Our heart goes out to the soul of Dada Khondke, which must be in feverish turmoil
after this moviemaking mayhem by his progeny. After growing up on a rich diet
of high quality (Marathi) cinema, it comes as a wonder that the director could
come up with such a disaster of an enterprise.
A musical love story, boasts the cursive hand below the title. And we almost agree. Almost, but not quite. Musical, true - with 18 songs, it had better be. Love, correct again - though one may get sick of it by the end. But story? The movie doesn't even hint at one.