Ekk Deewana Tha is one such annoyingly schmaltzy musical which has characters that remain in a consistently indecisive state and their feelings deep within fluctuate as promptly as their colour co-ordinated costumes see a change. Probably the director is trying to convey the confused mindset of the current generation, but the way he chooses his narrative, and further goes for an absurd twist ending for the lack of an appropriate closure leaves you heavily exhausted and infuriated by the end of it.
Equally distressing is the camera work of the movie which looks as if the director of photography had a brief spasm of Parkinsons. The archetypal trace of a South Indian film where the focus of the lens pans in abruptly, momentarily decking up the pace is again present and in a manner makes the Bombay backdrop difficult to process. This, I mention, because in Rehna Hai Tere Dil Mein, Menon made fantastic use of Bombay in his story.
After a point, the exaggerated sentimentalism gets on your nerves with the outdated dialogue on love and life gloriously philosophized. The random mood swings of Jesse and Sachins unaffected dedication, at one point, quite illogically dumb is too much a lesson on the zaniness of eternal love to really appreciate. This probably is a genre best mastered by Imtiaz Ali who catches the pulse and spontaneity of his characters and rounds them as delightfully lovable if somewhat conflicted souls.
Ekk Deewana Tha has conflicts on an escalated high and resolution, nowhere in sight. The conversation between the central pair is a perfect recipe to induce boredom and none of the actors have capabilities enough to hold your attention for three full hours.
Amy Jacksons Jesse sleepwalks through the movie with a permanent curious-confused gaze of a troubled damsel stuck on her face. Shes neither too attractive nor is she brilliant in emoting. The sheer irresistible screen-presence of Nargis Fakhri pardoned her failing acting skills but Jackson has none of that charm.
Prateik is reasonably well in portraying the passionate lover and a struggling filmmaker, though the latter is lazily ignored for most part, incorporated funnily at one stage in film where the makers couldnt think of going anywhere else.
Overall, Ekk Deewana Tha is best forgotten. I cannot find a single reason enough to recommend this claustrophobic dilemma of a film posing as a romantic musical. Avoid.