Also, the repetitive scenes just don't add to the momentum of the love story that expends itself in the first few frames. It's these two major absurdities - the moustache-as-disguise and the miraculous divine revelation at the end - that turn this film into a drama that's completely out-of-sync with contemporary Bollywood. Sahni is married, no? And she needs to live happily ever after with Mr Sahni, no? So, she prays to God and God settles her quandary. Mrs Sahni does point an admonishing finger at him each time he tries to cheaply flirt with her, but soon, she's hopelessly in love with him after he lights up the city with his love missive. So, we see her mild-mannered, hopelessly in love husband repeatedly entering his best buddy's (Vinay Pathak) saloon, shedding his greasy look, his horn-rimmed glasses and donning the roadside romeo avtar of Raj, the Jat. Hey, is that really possible? Try putting a moustache on the person you live with and see if you don't recognise him!īut Mrs Sahni fails to realise the man she shares her silent dinners with, after marrying him because dad dies, and the man who she jives with on the dance floor is one and the same. Also, it seems odd that the romance which begins on a promising note, peters off into a long drawn story that limits itself to primarily two scenes: the stark dining room of the newly married Mr and Mrs Sahni (Shah Rukh and Anoushka) and the dance school, where a bored Mrs Sahni falls in love with the husband she doesn't recognise, only because he doesn't sport a moustache, wears gaudy tees, flashy glares and gelled hair.
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