Now here's a movie that has more stars than the American flag does, and is so
imaginative that you could let your brains take a walk in the garden and return
after an hour only to discover you didn't need them at all in the first place.
Unlike its rather promising title, Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham has just a little khushi
and a great deal of gham. The flick takes lengths to new lengths, as we first
deal with the ghastly long title and then, the ominous length of the flick - about
3 hours and 59 minutes.
The movie starts to assault our senses right from the word Kabhi. The Raichands
are one big happy family, comprising of Pa Raichand (the Big B), Ma Raichand (Mrs.
Big B), and betas Rahul (SRK) and soon to be 'Muscleflex Man' Rohan (Hrithik).
They all live together in utter harmony in a house that seems to be the Parliament
of some country. And when they are not hopping in and out of helicopters, they
sing and dance in huge banquet halls with a certain Naina (Rani Mukherji), who
Pa Raichand wants to make a bahu of the house.
But beta Rahul has plans of his own as he meets and falls in love with a girl
from Chandini Chowk - the vivacious Anjali (Kajol). Like we all know, he marries
Anjali against his father's wishes, and gets booted out of the house by Dad who
wants to know exactly how this girl would be able to uphold the family's sanskaar,
parampara and the rest of the soap tripe. Going by the movie, the only parampara
that comes to rather vivid light is this partying business. Hell, anybody could,
that. You don't need a master's in international business to know how to wear
a ghaghra and prance about. That Big B is a bit too much to take.
Anyway, the family gets torn apart, and li'l brother Hrithik decides that it is
up to him to get them all back again. That's the second half, of course. This
is also when Kareena, Kajol's sister in the flick, begins to show up on screen
with most of her clothes missing.
That's the movie, and the saddest part is that there isn't an iota of originality
in the flick. Each bit of screen time seems to have been borrowed from some place
else. If it isn't the same dumb huge house from a hajaar other movies, then it's
the kids' studies in a 'Gurukul' (Mohabbatein, anyone?), and then that Kuch Kuch
Hota Hai music and stuff, that dumb Sardar kid from KKHH, and the list goes on
The film does have some great acting by Shahrukh, and like good wine, he seems
to be getting better and much much sexier with age. His onscreen chemistry with
Kajol is brilliant, and they sizzle till they can sizzle no more. Jaya Bachchan
looks like her eyebrows were just electrocuted - but then she does a great job
of the sad Ma and makes liberal use of the film's unending supply of glycerin.
Big B as the patriarch of the family is good, but it looks like he shot the movie
between his KBC shoots.
Kareena bares and unbares till we can bear no more, as she does an Alicia Silverstone
from 'Clueless'. And Hrithik looks absolutely cute, sobbing, sobbing and sobbing
some more. Check out his pictures on the film's official website - sobsobsob.com.
The film is huuuuuuge, in an elaborate sort of way. Director Johar seems to have
gone to great lengths to ensure that there is ample coverage of the palatial house,
the inbuilt helipad, some football fields and the 24x7 operational mandir, apart
from the thirty odd people who always seem to be on screen. He also seems to have
spent at least some thirty kilograms of Kumkum and Camphor - watch the flick to
know what I'm ranting about. For chrissakes, cut us some slack, guys!
In sum, the film demands too much of your time and intelligence, and it should
be made into a twenty part miniseries and aired on HBO, just so that we can digest
whatever has been thrown our way.