Jun 27, 2015 06:24 PM
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There is a lot of pain in the movie. So much pain that I felt it. In my head. The kind of pain that the entire strip of Panadol won’t be able to fix. My temples are still pounding.
Hamari Adhuri Kahani is a film about a woman who is in love with a rich man but feels dutiful towards her abusive husband.
Decent storyline lost in cheesy, very cheesy, no no no, cheesiness-raised-to-the-power-infinity dialogues that I feel I have devoured the entire Cheesecake Factory at MOE. Take this for instance: ‘Hari ki laash par main apna mahal nahi banaungi.’
Or ‘Woh apne vaasna ki keemat apne pati ki khoon se chukayegi.’ For a moment, I thought I slept through the movie and missed a character called Vaasna. And why her husband would shed blood was so beyond me? It took me 15 minutes to understand it wasn’t a character but the emotion of lust they were talking about.
The dialogues are so difficult that the Oxford Hindi dictionary is having a complex. It’s almost like, "Hey, let’s think of some really fancy words; umm Kalpana, okay. Kainaat…yeah nice…umm…mrigtrishna! What does it mean? Doesn’t matter; just string them all in a sentence for the effect!
