The most beautiful Indian film I’ve ever seen. There is no action in the film, everyone just walks around, eats and discusses what is happening with a smart look. Constantly playing dreary voice-over music, howling violins, characters suffering faces. Apparently, the actors are bored too, because they have nothing to play. For 20 minutes, the whole company discusses the fact that the girl has a name that is usually found in guys, while largely showing the face of everyone present after each sentence, so that we appreciate the reaction to this "supernatural" event. Then the reflective heroine, suffering, strokes the bicycle of her former lover, all this to sad music, flying flakes of snow and minutes for 15 screen time.
The idea seems to have taken an interesting one: the girl dies a lover, she begins to be friends with another, gradually they begin a new love and then it turns out that the former boyfriend of the girl is alive. He comes back and he makes a triangular. But he is also boring, not a drop of passion, emotions or romance. Only suffering faces, everyone is to blame before the rest, the heroes then drink, then beat mirrors, then just cry on the sidelines. Boring, boring, boring... Actress Nehu Sharma I have seen before, she did not impress me then, but here it is even worse - missing face, no shadows of thought and limp lips. I saw actors-boys for the first time and am not happy about it: equally sad, bearded, without a drop of energy.
Don’t waste your time, it’s scary to even imagine that cheerful Indians, living in Europe, turn into such boring emotionless zombies, able only to cry and worry about any reason.