The ApunKaChoice movie review of Aashiqui 2. Alcoholics, self-loathing lovers and masochist losers -- no offense to any of these -- might find something or the other to rave about in Aashiqui 2, which is being peddled as the sequel to the Mahesh Bhatt-directed Aashiqui from 1990. It is anything but that.
It’s no Raaz that the Bhatts have been milking the jackpot idea of suffixing their previous hit titles with ‘2’ and passing them off as sequels. As long as the moolah flows in, who cares if Jism 2, Jannat 2 or Aashiqui 2 are authentic sequels?
So first thing first, Aashiqui 2 is not a sequel of that 1990 flick that heralded the meteoric rise and subsequent fizzle-out of its two newcomers Rahul Roy and Anu Aggarwal. Nor is it a rip-off (which one very much suspects in the case of the Bhatts) of Hrishikesh Mukherjee’s 1973 flick Abhimaan. Rather, the film might remind one of the Hollywood movie A Star Is Born which was first made in 1937, then remade in 1954 and 1976. Add 2013 (unofficially, of course) to that.
Rahul Jaykar (Aditya Roy Kapur) is a tippler with fading musical talent. He spots Aarohi Shikre (Shraddha Kapoor) crooning his own song better than him at a seedy beer bar and decides to take her under his wing, hone her talent, get her a big break and put her on course to stardom and fame. The poor girl is game.
Since it’s a Bollywood film, love will have to happen between the two, followed by a lot many songs. And one doesn’t need a crystal ball to foresee that the more the heroine succeeds in her career as a singer and the more fame she strikes, the deeper the temperamental hero’s mental and emotional states plumb. He throws fits quicker than a baseball pitcher. His outbreaks more often than not bordering on high pitches of the octave.
So what starts off as a promising tale of a small-town girl and an alcoholic musician turns into a stretched drama of doomed love of stricken lovers.
Director Mohit Suri cherry-picks the clichés from romantic tragedies and stitches them conveniently into the plot with enough room to accommodate all the songs (some of them genuinely catchy) by as many as four different composers. Shagufta Rafique, for her part, pens a story that’s as safe as stale.
If there’s anything that rises above the humdrum script and inept direction, it’s the performances by Aditya Roy Kapur and Shraddha Kapoor. Though neither comes up with anything exceptional, the two dedicate themselves earnestly to respective roles, Shraddha clearly exercising more restraint than Aditya. He is passable when mellow, but tends to ham when the scene requires an emotive vent.
One expected a touching, memorable story of two starcrossed lovers in Aashiqui 2. What one gets instead is a cocktail of alcohol, mush, melodrama, and doomed romance.
Give it a shot if that’s what you dig in a musical romantic flick.