Ishaan is a charismatic, good-looking music producer from Mumbai who stays at his girlfriend Anushka's house. He takes them all for granted! But there comes a day when his life falls apart like a house of cards. Fed up of his flirtatious nature and being taken for granted, his girlfriend throws him out of her house. Gauri ent...more
Ishaan is a charismatic, good-looking music producer from Mumbai who stays at his girlfriend Anushka's house. He takes them all for granted! But there comes a day when his life falls apart like a house of cards. Fed up of his flirtatious nature and being taken for granted, his girlfriend throws him out of her house. Gauri enters his life and he starts taking responsibility for himself and others. less
“I Me Aur Main has mediocre performances and a loose screenplay which is wrapped up by a satisfying climax. One time watch.”
I, Me Aur Main is not as bad as the title would like you to believe. Nor is it an extended Garnier-cum-Aviva-cum-Neutrogena commercial.
It is not even just about a narcissist loser who is a high-flying Casanova; one who does not give a damn about the women in his life. John Abraham's Ishaan initially comes across as a stereotype of alpha-male alright; but the way that character evolves into becoming someone who we genuinely care about, is commendable just because such a responsible part has been written for an overly macho hero. On the other hand, the women in this picture are treated with quite reverence and given sufficient breathing space as debutant director Kapil Sharma is careful enough to let liberal thought flow in as freely as one could expect from a film that has all the trappings of mainstream cinema.
The story is about a successful radio producer who is unsure about marrying his long-term girlfriend. The girl, played impressively by Chitrangda Singh, looks for commitment, finds none, and so dumps the guy only to realize that she's carrying his child. In a lesser film, she would beg the guy to come home and take responsibility but Chitrangda's Anushka faces the situation heads on. The relationship has layers of complexity and what is celebratory here is that the woman isn't a helpless Abla Naari; one who will show submissive tendencies (two dangerous films did that last year: Cocktail and Ishaqzadde) but a head-strong successful professional who understands her strengths and capabilities.
Similar is Prachi Desai's Gauri who is friendly yet distant at the same time. Someone who gives Abraham a reality check disposing his notions of being a dude for who â€œany girl would make breakfast.â€ She is charming as the neighbor, who has a little philosophy for every-day problems, but her true charisma lies in refusing to sleep with the supposed stud even when she's absolutely drunk.
Similarly respectful is the treatment of Zarina Wahab, playing John's mom, who tentatively walks out of her decade old marriage, just because she's annoyed cooking for her husband who's retired from work. The film, in a way, is an impressive character study and its ending is reminiscent of those feel-good indie pictures which genuinely deserve to be applauded for their boldness, and the openness of thought they promote in an increasingly schizophrenic socio-cultural sphere. Vicky Donor, which again was produced by John Abraham did a similar thing when it premiered last year, but that film had drastically better actors and was much more entertaining in dealing with its subject matter.
I, Me Aur Main doesn't deal with a taboo topic per se as much as it deals with relationships, and at times how inconsequential they become after the passage of time. It's also about believing in one's decisions and the necessity of letting go while at the same time not making it ugly and bitter, but rather figuring out a mature way around the situation.
But at the end of it all, I, me aur Main is inept on many counts primarily because it's a victim of the Bollywoodisaition of the script. Unnecessary songs interrupt an articulately flowing script, while the background score is overpowering as it hammers down your skull reminding each moment the filminess of the entire episode.
In terms of performances, John has a relatively easier part and he pulls it off without much effort. But the limited expressions and flatness in his dialogue-delivery hamper the actor from coming across as effectively as he ideally should. Prachi Desai on the other hand suffers from the newcomer syndrome and it takes her a while to get friendly to the camera; though she succeeds in making her character endearing. Raima Sen in her part is impressive while Chitrangda easily is the best of the lot.
For the sheer liberal thoughts the film shares despite having a borderline womanizer at its very core, I, Me aur Main should be watched. It may not be the best film in its genre but it's a very important film nonetheless.