The ApunKaChoice movie review of Mere Brother Ki Dulhan. Now, this one is a dynamite of a Dulhan. She loves her can of beer and doesn’t mind wetting her whistle if bhang is on the flow. She kicks the living daylights out of a guy who tries to cozy up forcibly, and, on the other hand, happily abducts another one who refuses to elope with her. She is a livewire, a loose cannon and a rocker babe all rolled into the stunning form of a Dulhan you’d take home at your own peril. And she wouldn’t have been the same if not for Katrina Kaif who makes this Yashraj presentation more about the bride than the brothers.
Yup! Katrina Kaif, the same gal who’s been branded to have a plastic smile and an abysmal lack of talent by her harshest critics. It’s the same Kat who builds up your curiosity and steals the show in this good to middling matrimonial rom-com, while Imran Khan tries to keep pace with the femme fireball but falls short of matching her vivacity.
As for the film, it is an entertaining one-time watch with a Bollywood fan’s fix of fun and masti from start to end. For its own good, Mere Brother Ki Dulhan never drifts into needless melodrama, never gets serious -- let alone weepy -- but always breezes by with tongue-in-cheek hilarity. That, besides Kat, is its USP.
Kush (Imran Khan) is searching for a suitable bride for his brother Luv (Ali Zafar) who’s settled in London. After rejecting a number of outrageous wannabes, he zeroes down on Dimple (Katrina Kaif) a feisty tomboy of a girl he had an encounter with a few years back. Luv approves of his brother’s choice and agrees to the match. But as the wedding preparations progress in full swing, Kush and Dimple end up falling for each other. Now they have only two options: either elope or hatch an ingenious plan that enables them to get married without causing emotional hurt to anyone. They choose the latter. It’s a tough task, but, with a bit of shrewdness and chicanery, not impossible.
In his maiden directorial attempt, Ali Abbas Zafar takes a simple, no-frills-attached approach to tell a feelgood story that may at places fail to tap the comedic potential of the situations in the plot, but oozes dollops of charisma of the lead actors. Katrina hasn’t looked and acted so well so far. She’s the film’s heartbeat. Take her out, and you are left with a limp script inaptly shouldered by a strictly average Imran Khan and an affected Ali Zafar.
Must admit though that the references of the old songs do add some wicked fun to the plot, be it Ali Zafar eloping with his girlfriend Pia (Tara D’Souza) on a rickety cycle with the altered version of the song “Meri Pyari Bindu” (from Padosan) playing in the background, or Imran and Ali’s skimpily dressed girlfriend playing badminton to the raunchy tune of Helen’s “Piya Tu Ab Toh Aaja”. There’s also a nod to Salman’s Dabangg when Ali Zafar quaffs tumbler after tumbler of bhang and is tagged “Da.Bhang” man.
It’s this juvenile, chuckle-worthy humour that makes you look beyond Katrina Kaif, who, for me, is the film’s hero.