Priya leaves for Singapore (she is a reporter ala Lois Lane) after her sojourn in the mountains and Krishna, the male Shakuntala, is heartbroken.
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There is also a totally lame comedic sub-angle where Priya thinks Krishna is a ghost that drags on and on and one could not be blamed for forgetting that this is a superhero movie he/she is watching. Priya is rescued from a parachute malfunction by our hero Krishna in a sequence inspired by “Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon” and then the movie follows the plot template of”Ram Teri Ganga Maili” (yes that 1980s Raj Kapoor skinfest where the mountain girl falls in love with the saheri babu while bathing under waterfalls) Of course this is the 2000s-the story is reversed with the gullible mountain goat sorry guy, showing off his sculpted torso at every opportunity, while falling in love with the smart, city girl. But he is not happy-a young man, with raging hormones, he feels alone and in a touching scene confesses to granny that he is sick and tired of being only with animals.Īnyhoo, into his lonely life comes Priya-whose eyelid fluttering, gasping and oooh-aahing damsel-in-perennial-distress character is essayed with Amesha Patelian “deer caught in the headlights” gusto by Priyanka Chopra.
Growning up in the hills racing a white stallion he jumps around, with gay abandon, wearing very little clothes as women and happy men ogle his bulging biceps. Her grandchild is Krishna, a super-genius, super-powerful young man-child, who was withdrawn from school when he was a kid by Rekha (reasons for that to be revealed later)-his superpowers being inherited from his father who was “touched” by an alien (kept on reminding me of Cartman from “South Park” and the alien anal probes) The movie opens with the first and only wonderous thing you will see in three hours-Rekha playing a grandmother.
After all, this is Taran Adarsh we are talking about -the diabolical reviewer whose taste in movies is only rivalled by Monica Bedi’s taste in men.īut then against my better judgement, I sat through Krrish.Ī few hours later as the end credits rolled, I felt as miserable and drained as Superman would feel after he has just been submerged in a vat of liquid kryptonite.ĭerivative and unoriginal with flaccid dialogues and a basic plot as old as the hills, Krrish is a super disaster of a movie that Superman, Spiderman and Batman working together cannot save. The moment I read that Taran Adarsh had given Krrish his whole-hearted endorsement, my spidey sense started tingling.