Sid
If you had apprehension about a brand new film being called by an old name, made by the same director, you were right. If you thought that despite this apparent lack of imagination, this 2.0 love aaj kal would fry, you were wrong. Imtiaz Ali's latest version of romance in this day and that age, is nothing but a incoherent mess. The last time I saw the messy feelings of pain pleasure exhilaration, feelings that touch you and move you, that radiate from true lovers, was in Ali's most well realised movie, Jab We Met, and before, in his lovely, underrated socha na tha. He hasn't managed to capture those emotions since, not in Rockstar, nor in Tamasha, and certainly not in the misfire that was Jab Harry Met Sajel. The film ends with a song the usual medley of the cast dancing as the credit rolls, and there it is, the film. Such liveliness, and Zest: if only the whole film had the same feel. I came away with a feeling of being comprehensively let down: where had the craft gone, and where, indeed, the heart?