The most entrenched. This is the tale of Ayan ( Ranbir Kapoor) and Alizeh ( Anushka Sharma) , Hindu and Muslim respectively, who meet as barhopping students in London and bond over 80s film references and their cheating other halves. Over several years, the pair tour the continent, twirling from Parisian cafe to Viennese nightclub, with Ayan’s burgeoning singing career shaping the narrative, and Alizeh’s DJ ex ( Khan) standing between the pair becoming anything more than just good friends.
Johar’s insider status ensures the film never lacks for dazzling distractions: fun celebrity cameos, leads with a nice, bickering chemistry. Sharma’s terrific spikiness – neatly captured in Alizeh’s cacti fetish – draws something more resilient out of Kapoor’s generally drippy matinee-idol persona. It’s Ayan’s story, ultimately – that of a big kid forced to grow up the hard way. Yet everyone’s solid work gets undone by a clumsily handled plot turn that suggests a failure of nerve around the central relationship. The real interloper’s name isn’t Khan but cancer, which proves as deadly for the movie as it is for any of its characters.
A wider problem at this stage may be separating film from furore. The movie’s message is that Hindus and Muslims can happily coexist. The message its maker issued last week suggested that this may not in fact be possible in the India of 2016, which – even before the chemo kicks in – renders the film’s questing optimism tentative at best. You can’t entirely blame Johar, who has seen his glossy bauble kicked around as a political football, but his climbdown does feel like an acknowledgement of this project’s essential fragility; that, however polished its pieces and players, it stood no chance upon encountering harsh reality.
