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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
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