Skip to main content

Kati patang


Even before watching 'Kites' I had thought of this title for my blog post. I am happy I didn't have to think of a new title after the end credits started rolling.

The question which kept coming back to my head every 5-10 mins was "WHY???"

Spoilers Ahead!

An Indian man making money by all wrong means in Las Vegas with dreams of hitting the jackpot someday. His prayers are answered when the daughter of a millionaire (or a billionaire) falls for him and he pretends to reciprocate. Only till he finds 'love' in the fiance of his girl-friend's brother (It's complicated!!!). And why do they still call it 'love'??? Anyway... they had no other choice but to elope. And there begins a long chase in train, cars, trucks, lorries, motorbike, and even a hot-air balloon. At the end of this whole chase half of the policemen of the Las Vegas Police Department and the Indo-Mexican couple is dead. And then comes the part which always irritates me....the souls of the dead lovers uniting!!!

Kites is full of cliches. e.g. "I don't know which part of the world you belong to, but you have become my world now". "You have painted my life which was black and white before I met you". In my head, all this is equivalent to "Main tumhare liye asmaan se chaand taare bhi tod ke la sakta hoon". (Gives me a headache)

About Hrithik Roshan... I am not sure whether he overacts or he puts in so much effort to express a simple emotion that it looks like overacting. Yes, he looks good, dances well, but that is all. (Lakshya was an exception).

Comments

K said…
lol@"Main tumhare ... la sakta hoon" Exactly!
I think your reviews are the best(coz i agree with them all the time:)).How are you shazia?
21 May, 2010 18:40
Shazia said…
Hi Didi, I am fine here. Thank you for liking my reviews. Writing about the new releases is another motivation for me to watch them. And Kites was one of the over-hyped ones. Actually it is watchable, not really bad. The shooting locales were pretty. But the movie lacks a story and pace. How are you doing? It was nice meeting you.
21 May, 2010 18:51
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A poem from childhood...

"Long legged Italy, kicked poor Sicily In the middle of Mediterranean Sea. Austria was Hungary Took a bit of Turkey Fried it in Japan Dipped it in Greece...." I remember only this much. This poem was my first attempt at learning the names of these countries and locating them on the map of the world. And I thought Austria and Australia were same. :-) It's time to confirm that I was wrong at that point of time, some twenty years back...
12 comments
Read more

Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi

I went for this movie with zero-expectation just to watch SRK after a long interval of more than a year and I didn't get disappointed. Seriously, it is a very ordinary movie which takes up an age-old idea (of arranged marriage) and adds all kinds of 'spices' and SRK to it just to cater to a very specific kind of audience, which includes SRK fans and YRF loyals or time-pass movie goers. Surinder Sahni cannot be 'one' single man. There are many contradictions within this character. The man leads a dull, boring, monotonous life with his yellow suitcase, yellow tiffin, yellow car and a yellow bed sheet... (i might have missed other yellow objects around him). And he accepts the fact that he is indeed a boring person. Now, he decides to change his personality just to surprise his young, vibrant, newly-wedded wife. He turns himself into the "movie-hero" who makes his Taani ji smile. The surprising part is that he looks extremely comfortable in this new transfo...
5 comments
Read more

The stranger

Like every Mumbaikar, I had been praying for the monsoons to hit the city and provide some respite from the heat that was on a mission to burn us all. Now that the clouds had finally decided to fly in for their annual visit, they seemed to be as angry as the sun. This has been happening every year, leaving us with only two choices, to either drown in our own sweat or to let the ruthless downpour do its job. As the metro approached Andheri station, people started lining up at the door. With the coach nearly empty, I shifted to the corner seat next to the door. I was just two stops and 4 min away from my destination but that didn't stop me from grabbing my favorite seat the minute it got empty. That's how we have become, always running after something better and not appreciating what we already have. It was almost 9 PM. I climbed down the stairs of D N Nagar metro station, clutching my umbrella and feeling tempted to use it to push away the crowd. It didn't take long for...
7 comments
Read more