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Vivah (romance)
Cast: Shahid Kapur, Amrita Rao, Aloknath, Anupam Kher
Direction : Sooraj Barjatya

There’s something about Sooraj Barjatya. Something uncanny. The man ostensibly tries to talk about the beauty of Indian traditions, customs, rituals, morality, chastity, purity, spirituality, virginity, family, clan, nation…Ostensibly, everything’s that good and great, needed and wanted. Then why do we end up feeling that all these hallowed words are actually a synonym for ‘regressive’.

Sample this. Midway between his murmurings (yes, Shahid Kapur literally murmurs through the entire film, and we’ll tell you why later), the groom-to-be realises that he is always talking, oops murmuring, about himself. Why don’t you tell me about yourself, about your feelings, your mindset, he asks his betrothed (Amrita Rao). Hm! Good observation. Well, the betrothed opens her eyes (yes, she keeps them closed whenever the guy talks to her), clears her throat and says: “Today, while serving pakodas to chachaji, I felt like crying!” That’s the first time she talks about HER feelings. Need we say more.

So, as we pointed out, Sooraj Barjatya actually has noble intentions. He wants to make a film about the sanctity of arranged marriages in an age when marriage — of all kinds — is becoming an endangered institution. But we, the poor janata end brainwhacked with endless hosannas to the ‘ideal’ jodi: a guy who mumbles because his bride-to-be might faint if he spoke in normal tones (can you imagine what she’d do if he behaved like a normal new millennium dude?) and a girl who doesn’t think it’s right to communicate with her fiancee neither through SMS nor e-mail. The rest, let’s just leave unsaid. Specially since, her most intelligent statement is about how one should not drink iced water during a cold. Like his earlier films, the film serenades the small town girl once again as the epitome of virtues as opposed to the contrasexual cosmo gal. But unlike his earlier films, which somehow managed to ride on the charisma of Madhuri and Salman, Vivah almost suffocates you with it’s holier-than-thou attitude.

More importantly, the film has no story whatsoever and is just a plain and simple documentation of something as banal as an engagement to a vivah , interspersed with the usual picnics and clandestine rooftop trips. All this unfolds against a ‘divya vatavaran’, (spiritual environment) as the hero puts it, with the heroine serving umpteen glasses of ‘jal’ to the sundry chahchaji , chahchijis , bhabhijis …

For those who still like their cinema smelling of Savlon, Vivah is a one-call stop.

TimesOfIndia