Dec 10, 2016 09:56 AM
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The Horney err the Delhi boy meets the Parisan girl of Indian origin, they passionately locked lips, dared bare their animal instinct, unleashed themselves on each other and got onto the bed .They fell in lust and kept on repeating it. Our boy, with any girl he could lay his hands on. And the commitment phobic girl had already had her share of escapades in the past. Nothing wrong with that. The society has evolved and rightly so, over the last couple of decades. The hero, who would have waited for the heroine’s father to allow his daughter to marry him, doesn’t beat an eye lid now while informing her parents casually about their decision to live in. The heroine who would have waited for his hero to “ Palat”, just to get a confirmation of his love is now content with checking out his butt. Nothing wrong. It’s just that,as an audience, you get bored to death waiting for the story to progress, some chemistry to develop, while Emran Hashmi must be cringing in this bed.
The problem with Befikre is, it is pretentious and superficial. It takes the audience for a ride. It doesn’t dare to go beyond the convention. Behind its effort to portray an evolved society lies a camouflaged conservatism. Not for a moment it makes us believe that Dharam & Shreya would continue to be just friends after break up. Chopra delivers a dud that neither connects at emotional level, nor becomes successful in titillating in spite of its generous does of “Labon Ka Karobaar”. The narration is boring, the screen play is wafer thin and the story . well they had a sensational superstar as lead actor, a girl to go under the knife to look French(really!), 70 crores to spend and Yashraj Banner .
To his credit, Ranvir does try to butt his way to your heart with lots of steroid driven exuberance. Vani Kapoor also takes off whatever she had to try and keep you invested in the film or at least in her or her french. But alas in the absence of a story everything falls flat. It is only the foot tapping numbers and the shots of Paris that act as saving grace.
The film starts with the concept that in France people kiss a lot and ends with promoting carefree Kissing. In between though, lots of nonsense happen, on repeat mode, inside the sheet and the theater. So you stay Befikre. You survived demonetization. You survived standing in the queue for hours and days to withdraw your own money. But then surviving these 130 minutes can be too much for you. Unless you would like to watch Paris on a 70 mm screen, unless you are fascinated by Ranvir’s butt, unless soft porn is your definition of a classic, stay away, far away. I will go out with 1 out of 5 for an extremely stupid film. There are very few films where I contemplate walking out of the theater mid way, last evening I was Befikre and walked out.
