![]() ![]() Ali’s movies have always been heavy on dialogue which feels like it is coming from a space inhabited by the glib poet-philosopher-of-the-filmi-kind, but there has to be a limit on how bumper-sticker you want to go, because on that route there is only banality, no genuine feelings. Each love story is the same-same but different, and who doesn’t love a lover? But it’s quite another to watch a series of awkwardly-constructed confusions unravel on screen: just what is going on, between Vir and Zoe, as they skim over the in bed-and-out-of-it-bits, slaloming between loudly-and-repeatedly stated ‘career’ choices and realising the worth of pyaar-vyaar? They are talky, but there is no frisson. It’s one thing to train the lens on the confounded confusions two people straining to understand the thing between them. ![]()
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