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Employed as an Air Hostess with Spice Jet, Mumbai-based Preeti Sengupta has a boyfriend in Karan Malhotra. Both decide to rent an apartment near Oshiwara and share the rent. But when she notices that he is paying more attention to other females, she breaks up with him, and decides to rent a room to a female paying guest. She does find one in Neha Bhargav, an employee from a book store, who calls her 'Didi', agrees to pay the rent on time, and even does all the housework and cooking. Preeti does make up with Karan at the intervention of her neighbor, Madhusudan, but feels threatened by Neha, who is getting overly friendly with Karan. After Madhusudan's cat dies unexpectedly he decides to probe further into Neha's past - and it is this decision that will change everyone's lives forever. Written by
Well, that was certainly a very Bollywood attempt to recreate Single White Female.
If you're looking for a serious movie, avoid. If you're looking for a Bollywood drinking game, this is perfect.
A big chunk of it was paint-by-numbers melodrama and breaks into song at the least appropriate moments (I did enjoy the music videos, as entirely out of place as they were; 2 of 3 stars came entirely from that). I won't spoil the movie, but suffice it to say that no Bollywood tropes were harmed by the end.
The story began quite confusing and disjointed, progressed to making a little more sense by the middle, and then started falling apart completely as Neetu Chandra's increasingly laughable attempts to depict a crazy person reared their ugly head. Wide eyes are just not enough to carry a whole performance. I put a big chunk of the blame on director Jag Mundhra, who obviously made her act that way and allowed such a silly script.
I was hoping this would be one of the first genuinely gripping Indian thrillers, but it was just a series of old clichés instead.
The occasional puns on English weren't bad, though the mention of Welbutrin as a treatment for schizophrenia had me cracking up; if anything, Welbutrin would probably worsen that, it certainly isn't an anti-psychotic at all.
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