I’m not sure how I’m supposed to approach writing this review of the abysmally terrible Karle Pyaar Karle, so let me describe a few moments from the film for you:
-Two school friends, now in their fifties, meet after a long time. One of them is a cop, who has arrested the other one’s son. The cop exclaims, “Yeh tumhara beta hai?” The response: “Meri biwi ne toh yehi bataya tha.”
-The movie’s idea of punchlines is “Tu paida hi chutiya hua tha ya koi special training lee?”; “Agar tere maa-baap birth control mein vishwas karte toh aaj mere 30 second bach jaate.” The actors deliver these lines with smug chutzpah thinking that they’re uttering Aaron Sorkin lines or something. I doubt if the writer of this film can even spell “writing”. Torture.
- Boy: “Main good looking hoon iska matlab yeh nahi ki mera dil bada nahi hai.”
Girl: “Aaj kal Dil ke Bill mein bhi service tax lagta hai.”
Bashir bhai Babar, be proud. And it must take special confidence on the makers’ part to assume that this guy is good looking. I’m not being a lookist, but the leads of this film have such excruciatingly painful screen presence that the otherwise annoying Exit board right below the screen seems like a welcome distraction. He grins like a jackass all the way through the film, and in one of the scenes, his actions are punctuated by the crows a la Chikara in Waqt Hamara Hai. Which reminds me, even Rami Reddy was an infinitely better actor than these worthless wannabes. I wish these people knew that there’s more to acting than spending hours in the gym. In one scene, the hero is complimented for his body with a “Kya Bournvita body hai” remark. Wasn’t Bournvita supposed to make one intelligent? If at all that’s true, the makers of this film haven’t tasted it in their lifetime.
- College kids wearing “Mera baap bore hai” and “Faulad Ki Aulad” T-shirts. Because, you know, that’s supposed to be cool, according to the sensibility of the imbeciles who made this movie.
- Boy: “Agar tum mere liye lap dance karogi toh meri girlfriend mujhe kidney donate karegi.
Girl 2: Donate karne ke baad tum doosri girlfriend dhoondh loge na? Who wants a girlfriend with just one kidney?”
Why do you fucking exist?
- In one of the scenes, a random goon squirts out watermelon juice which is supposed to be taken for blood. They could have cut down the expenses on one of the fuckall songs and cared for better production design. But they didn’t.
It is the kind of agonizing abominable crap that doesn’t deserve to be called a film. Colonel Hans Landa from Inglourious Basterds said, “I’m aware what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity” as if he knew what he was talking about. He really had no idea, since he hadn’t seen Karle Pyaar Karle. Disgraceful.view less