The ApunKaChoice movie review of I Me Aur Main. The best part about I Me Aur Main starring John Abraham, Prachi Desai aur Chitrangada Singh is its end. Not just because director Kapil Sharma gives a novel culmination to this coming-of-age tale of a narcissist vainer than a peacock, but also because it marks the end of the ordeal of the hapless fan who had shuffled impatiently in the seat while soaking in the inanely stretched and overlong proceedings on screen despite the film’s under-two-hour run.
In other words, here is a film bookended by the promise of an interesting tale of a cocky, self-centred slob and his eventual coming of age with a climax that’s anything but clichéd. In between, I Me Aur Main gives little reason to cheer or rave about.
John Abraham slips well into the shoes of Ishaan, a handsome music producer who’s the centre of his own slowly contracting universe. He’s cocky, thankless, flirty, and vain to a fault. When in distress, he does air-boxing before the mirror, musing “I’m the best”. He has a lot of reasons to harbour that delusion. Pampered by his doting mom (Zarina Wahab) and sister (Mini Mathur), he does attract a lot of female attention before eventually getting their goat with his constant ‘I, Me, aur Main’ slobber and snobbery.
Sample this: he lives in his girlfriend Anushka’s (Chitrangada Singh’s) apartment but outright refuses to partake in something as paltry as a milkman’s bill, leave aside making a lifelong commitment to the lady. So we don’t feel sorry for him when she shuts him out of her house and life. In office, his boss (Raima Sen) whose pet peeve he seems to have become, tells him to resign. Piece by piece, the perfect world of Mr. Perfect comes crashing down until a pretty next-door-neighbour (Prachi Desai) puts some sense into his self-obsessed head.
What follows is a course correction by our hero, but not without facing a few dilemmas of his own making.
I Me Aur Main starts off promisingly but soon meanders into the monotony of Ishaan’s self-obsession. Frankly, we don’t mind it much because John Abraham makes the scum lovable with his impish charm. The brewing conflicts in his life stay mostly superficial and the first half just about passes muster. The trouble starts in the second half, when the screenplay loses steam and is foisted with an absolutely dispensable sub-plot of Ishaan grooming a rookie singer. The film plods on in the last half hour and culminates with an end that’s somewhat likeable.
The fault lies primarily in the overwrought screenplay and in director Kapil Sharma’s inability to whittle out the needless. But thanks to the creditable performances by John Abraham, Chitrangada Singh and Prachi Desai, the film just about makes for a strictly one-time watch.