Cast:John Abraham, Chitrangda Singh and Prachi Desai
Director:
Kapil Sharma
SPOILERS AHEADA
rom-com about a self-obsessed music producer who loves himself too much
to notice that life might be passing him by is anything but oven-fresh.
But in the larger context of popular Hindi cinema, a love story that
does not culminate in a big fat Indian wedding is certainly a novelty.
Debutant
director Kapil Sharma constructs a narrative that, superficially,
appears far more interesting than it actually is. Nobody in the film
gets exactly what he or she really wants and yet everybody goes home
happy.
Unfortunately, the audience doesn’t because
I, Me Aur Main
is a rather listless drama about grown-ups who still have much growing
up to do. Eventually it amounts to much ado about nothing.
The
primary problem with the film is that the male protagonist is an
outright cheapskate surrounded by at least half a dozen women who
deserve much better than this twerp.
He is a thoroughly
unlikable bundle of contradictions who is commitment-phobic and
self-centered and shies away, despite several protestations to the
contrary, from taking his live-in partner to his mom in Pune and talk
about marriage until it is too late.
But when push comes to
shove, all that the man needs is a gentle verbal nudge from his
over-protective mother to see where exactly he is going wrong. The
climactic course correction is all very contrived and cutesy to be
convincing.
I, Me Aur Main is about a music company
executive, Ishaan Sabharwal (John Abraham), who lives in the apartment
of his well-to-do girlfriend Anushka (Chitrangada Singh) but refuses to
share either the workload or the expenses of the household.
When
the milkman is at the door – the lady’s name is emblazoned on it – he
refuses pay up because, as he unabashedly insists, he “does not drink
milk and even has black coffee”.
Ishaan is the sort of guy who, when his girl says that she loves him, responds with “I love me too”.
It
definitely can’t be easy having a man like him around, so one wonders
why the woman takes three years to decide that she has had enough of
him.
When he is down, Ishaan stands before a mirror, pretends to
be a boxer facing an imaginary punching bag, and mutters: “I am the
best, I am the best.” That certainly isn’t the greatest way to confront
life.
He is finally unceremoniously locked out of the house by
an exasperated Anushka when he stumbles back home after a late night
binge.
Ishaan’s mother (Zarina Wahab) lands up in his new pad to guide him through the low phase.
He
also begins to receive the amorous attention of a chirpy fashion
stylist-neighbour (Prachi Desai). She describes herself as a “part-time
electrician”. The sparks do fly and a love triangle ensues. Ishaan is
caught in a tangle of his own making.
It takes the efforts of
four women – the mother, a sister (Mini Mathur in her first big screen
appearance) who happens to be his estranged beloved’s confidante, and of
course the two contenders for his love – to bail him out of the corner
he paints himself into.
Part of the film also meanders through a
maze of limpid music industry rivalries involving a boss – another lady
(Raima Sen) determined to put the cocky man in his place – and a couple
of new female singers who are looking for the big break. That’s a
pretext for a couple of musical numbers.
But like the rest of the film, the songs barely pass muster.
The
performances are, however, generally earnest and manage to attain an
even quality. John Abraham, hot but not always happening, wisely stays
firmly within his limits.
The high point of the star turn is
when he takes off his shirt to jump into a swimming pool and Prachi
Desai intones: “Wow, striptease!”
Chitrangada strikes the right
notes for the most part and Prachi Desai lends a bubbly energy to a few
of the scenes. Both Zarina Wahab and Mini Mathur bring a touch of warmth
to bear upon an otherwise hopelessly soggy film.