Intervening through One By Two, one secondary character, a stanza-cascade police officer, remarks “inspiration ki hawa”. This movie surely could have done with much more of that extraordinary asset. There is no rareness of transpiration in biographer Devika Bhagat’s directorial launching. She puts quite much in this movie. One By Two is an awesome romantic comedy that swings many a model of the fashion on its front. Sadly, it never perfectly take care of finding the space or the casts to keep measure with its hastily sprinkle ideas about life, love and rambling. One By Two particularly not a romantic and, yet its labouredly try at toilet humor, it surely isn’t comedic either.
To acquire a metaphor from the historical itself, this movie is little bit like a dancer without muscles in the right places. Although few of its twirls are pleasant adroit, the complete act lacks the precondition continuity. The rift-screen strings that One By Two predictably camps to mirror more than just the puzzled cases of the two idol minds. This movie, on its part, is entangled in a jumble of Jane Austen-ish earnestness, idiotic New Age deliberating, chick-lit adorning and flimsy soap opera-like twists. So, in this movie you will hear lines that go “when life bunt shit at you, fire it right back” or “I don’t own you and you don’t own me”. Tut, tut! The boy, Amit Sharma (Abhay Deol), is a software freak who also comes to be a struggling songwriter daring to break free from his desk job.
Preeti Desai playing a major role as the daughter of a adoring but dotty single mom who has seen life from close dorms and has hit the bottle with all her valor. One By Two, true to the title, propounds two stories for the price of one, and thus the lives of Amit and Samara (Preeti Desai) run parallel to each other, converging only amid the stench of public washrooms. About them is a bunch of casts and gimmick that are stumbled by sloppy ends. The most evident miscalculation of the film is the characterization. In this film the family members, colleagues and friends, played expertly by an anxious cast of supporting actors, are never allowed to get lives of their own. Exclusively bleak is the male idol, an awkward, cussed guy who is detaching absurd trouble. The adjunctive ‘tedious’ is repeatedly slinged at him and with good reason. He is numbingly boring.
His friends assault him everywhere, his girl dumps him, and his aching mom is forever looking for “perfect bahu material” for him. It is no coincidence that his hosiery are more colourful than his life. In the film, he medics a broken heart, a collapsed arm or a gassed-out tummy. In this film, a pal calls Amit “a big fat Pahadi aloo”. After sometime, we hook him in a pair of boxers, plucking a guitar and belting out “I am just pakaoed”. So are we! When she goes kaboom kaboom in the sound of Anushka Manchanda somewhere in the film, she does boost belief of full-on uprising. But it swings out that all that Ms Samara Patel really wants is concession as a dancer. What a waste! Unusually, aside from the sundry friends and family that hern in the two, One By Two has more than its appropriate share of agreeable plot devices, many of which are not easy to appriciate. Apart from these there are, among other things, a stolen DVD, a dance reality show, a voting process rendered topsy-turvy by hackers, a forgotten jingle that goes viral thanks to the efforts of a group of street dancers, and a unforeseen second chance that allows the heroine another shot at dignity. In this movie Abhay Deol is fixed with a role that has no room for evolution. So he sounds like a record stuck in a trench. The graceul Preeti Desai gives the London-returned Samara her best shot and makes the most of a bad deal. At one end of the spectrum are veterans Darshan Jariwala, Rati Agnihotri and Jayant Kripalani. At the other are the likes of Preetika Chawla (delightfully and aptly bubbly), Tahir Bhasin and Yudisthir Urs. They are all left grappling with sketchily etched characters. The street-smart lyrics (Amitabh Bhattacharya), which draw power from a string of catchphrases (Kaboom kaboom, Khushfahmiyan, Pakaoed, and Khuda na khasta khudaya khair karein), and the lively music (Shankar Ehsaan Loy) lend the songs a certain youth anthem-like energy.
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