Blinding colors, deafening
noise and crippling duration: that just about sums up Har Dil Jo Pyar Karega.
The film is all gloss and zero substance, and then when you finally consider
that the film actually lasts for 180 minutes, you are forced to speculate upon
its content. Not that it doesn't have a plot, but what it has is nothing more
than an apology.
Having seen the two leading ladies frolicking, prancing and doing all sorts
of things together in the promos, we weren't exactly expecting a profound movie.
But what we get is appalling for its banality. Right from the first voice over,
Salman Khan seems to be in a hurry. He plays another orphan, Raj, who has been
adopted by an Anglo-Indian lady, and brought up on a diet of music. So, our
man lands up in Mumbai to fulfill his destiny, and find that dream girl of his.
A few implausible incidents follow, which actually lay the platform for even
more ridiculous happenings. Raj rescues a young woman, Pooja (Rani Mukherji),
from an accident, and through a case of mistaken identity ends up as her husband.
Not to worry, 'cos our lady is in a coma, but one that enables her to take in
everything that goes around her. Raj, now Romi, sticks around for the obvious
mileage he gets for being the son-in-law of a prominent businessman.
While Pooja is 'sleeping', Romi falls in love with her as-good-as-a-sister friend,
Jhanavi (Preity Zinta). A lot of pointless stuff follows, and the makers themselves
seem to have taken their work anything but seriously. Consider such ineffectual
dialogues as Preity saying 'Mujhe aaisa kyon lagta hain ki aap mujhse kuch
kehna chahte hain', when all that Salman does is act like a buffoon.
One fine day, Pooja recovers, only to fall in love with Raj. The movie drags
on endlessly, as we come up against the same drama that has been enacted in
almost every Indian film. So, who gets the guy? No surprise this. What is the
surprise though, is Shah Rukh Khan's appearance. A special appearance that has
everyone guessing for all the wrong reasons.
One remarkable facet of the movie is Salman Khan's wardrobe. It would give Govinda
a complex. Imagine a multi-colored florescent T-Shirt and you will get the point.
Even more bewildering is the fact that he appears in tops. Now that 'tops' it
all. Salman's histrionics are just as flashy. However, Preity and Rani salvage
some relief for the audience, with their effervescent antics: something that
Salman could do well to emulate.
Although the credits do indicate the presence of an editor, the duration suggests
otherwise. A competent editor would certainly not have allowed the Shah Rukh
scenes to creep in. And to compound the misery, the songs too sound stale.
The direction appears to have been left to the choreographer, going by the amount
of jumping that goes on. What's more, the plot has been ripped-off from a Telugu
film, which in turn took to the Sandra Bullock starrer, While You Were Sleeping.
A movie to be watched only by the hardcore Salman fans, but then Salman would
be better off as an actor by ceasing to stick to his current image. Something
his filmmakers need to learn as well.