Oh boy, what a pain!
I am the best, the protagonist of I, Me Aur Main, intones every time he is assailed by self-doubt. He does this standing before a mirror, his fists clenched like a pugilist poised to deliver the knockout punch. You expect the guy to be a man of action. Turns out he’s not. The punch never materializes. And a KO is out of the question.
When neither the plot premise nor the treatment has anything to write home about, expecting John Abraham to come up with a deadly coup de grace on behalf of this middling romantic comedy is really the height of optimism.
As the title suggests, this is about a man who cannot see beyond his nose. But he is a lucky bloke – he gets away with being a pain in the neck.
Neither this guy nor his story is particularly interesting. The narrative is crammed with predictable devices, and the women in the protagonist’s life do not seem to possess a life of their own.
Which woman worth her salt would fight to cling on to a man who lives with her for three years, refuses to pay the milkman’s bill because he drinks black coffee, and dithers endlessly when it comes to the question of solemnizing the relationship?
About the only surprise the film springs is that it does not end in a gaudy shaadi shamiana swarming with smarmy guests belting out a raucous celebratory song. Instead, the climax unfolds in a maternity ward where a baby girl is born and all is forgiven.
Directed by debutant Kapil Sharma, I, Me Aur Main revolves around a music producer (John Abraham) out of tune with the times. His live-in partner (Chitrangda Singh) tries in vain to make him take her home to mom (Zarina Wahab). When all efforts fail, she dumps him. The hero finds another woman, a fashion stylist (Prachi Desai), who is the exact opposite – bubbly and full of beans. And life goes on…
The film never springs to life, twisting through a sub-plot about the hero’s boss (Raima Sen) who, in her own words, has been hired by the music company to put him in his place. The male protagonist decides to get his own back by launching a new singer who has been rejected by the boss. He gets too many shots at redemption – by the time he gets it right, the audience has ceased to care.
I am the best, the protagonist of I, Me Aur Main, intones every time he is assailed by self-doubt. He does this standing before a mirror, his fists clenched like a pugilist poised to deliver the knockout punch. You expect the guy to be a man of action. Turns out he’s not. The punch never materializes. And a KO is out of the question.
When neither the plot premise nor the treatment has anything to write home about, expecting John Abraham to come up with a deadly coup de grace on behalf of this middling romantic comedy is really the height of optimism.
As the title suggests, this is about a man who cannot see beyond his nose. But he is a lucky bloke – he gets away with being a pain in the neck.
Neither this guy nor his story is particularly interesting. The narrative is crammed with predictable devices, and the women in the protagonist’s life do not seem to possess a life of their own.
Which woman worth her salt would fight to cling on to a man who lives with her for three years, refuses to pay the milkman’s bill because he drinks black coffee, and dithers endlessly when it comes to the question of solemnizing the relationship?
About the only surprise the film springs is that it does not end in a gaudy shaadi shamiana swarming with smarmy guests belting out a raucous celebratory song. Instead, the climax unfolds in a maternity ward where a baby girl is born and all is forgiven.
Directed by debutant Kapil Sharma, I, Me Aur Main revolves around a music producer (John Abraham) out of tune with the times. His live-in partner (Chitrangda Singh) tries in vain to make him take her home to mom (Zarina Wahab). When all efforts fail, she dumps him. The hero finds another woman, a fashion stylist (Prachi Desai), who is the exact opposite – bubbly and full of beans. And life goes on…
The film never springs to life, twisting through a sub-plot about the hero’s boss (Raima Sen) who, in her own words, has been hired by the music company to put him in his place. The male protagonist decides to get his own back by launching a new singer who has been rejected by the boss. He gets too many shots at redemption – by the time he gets it right, the audience has ceased to care.
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