The whole film was sick of the complacency of the head of the family and hypertrophied inexplicable super-love for the older generation. The father made it very clear to everyone that he absolutely does not care about everyone but himself, including his allegedly beloved wife. No one's opinion interests him, and he loves someone only when their opinion coincides with his. And yet everyone is dying of insane love and the greatest respect for him, including his daughter-in-law, who sees him for the first time in her life. Reality? No, you haven't. . .
But it didn't affect the score, because I've long been used to this nonsense in Indian films. I watched only to enjoy Kajol, Hrithik and Karina. Shakrukh in the second half was more like an extra.