Movie, Masti, Mary!

For two days, i'd been thinking about Byaatch (referred to from now on as N to preserve the goodness of our relationship) and wanting to talk to her because it had been a while. So i was quite taken aback when i heard from her last evening, asking me if i wanted to go for a movie. Sure, i said, let's go! And that's how ended up in the half-empty Fun Cinemas Screen 4 for U, Me Aur Hum.

The great adventure started at the entrance to Fun. Y also joined us, and it was the first time i was actually spending so much time in his company - previously it had always been "Hi, how're you, what're you upto" and many such inanities when i went to meet N at home. We weren't allowed to take food in, so we ended up gulping down spoonfuls of supercold Chocolate Walnut Brownie Gelato / Strawberry Sorbetto and babbling like month-old babies because of frozen tongues.

I thought we'd got the best seats in the theatre, when i realised that half the theatre was empty anyway so we could sit anywhere we wanted. There was a couple next to us, occupying the corner seats and trying very hard to watch the movie in peace. Unfortunately for them, we started squawking the minute the titles rolled in with millions of mushy quotes on love from Pascal (yeah, mathematician Pascal), Thoreau, MK Gandhi and more floating among clouds - "Oh my god, lemme outta here!" and "You gotta be kidding me man, i sprinted up the stairs for this?" followed by loud laughter from yours truly because the clouds looked positively B-grade. Y decided this was a good time to tell us something about the movie: "I heard it's really bad."

We decided to endure it. Not a difficult task, considering Y and I were cracking bad ones throughout the movie while N tried in vain to shut our voices out of her migraine-heavy head. We didn't need too much help on the PJs either, because Mr. Director had put in plenty of them in the movie, along with a dhobi list of the most colourful desi gaalis.

Divya Dutta proved to the world that she could beat Pam Anderson hands-down where bust size was concerned, while that woman from Kisna who did weird things with trees and ropes was the epitome of bimbettishnes in this movie. The chemistry and easy relationship the friends share was commendable, although i had a hard time imagining doctors being that way. The first half was pretty average - it had N crying out "What has he done to my favourite heroine?" in anguish. The second half was much better (and intense), minus freaky low angle shots that try to show viewers peeps of underwear. There were moments of comic relief though - there's this shot where Ajay Devgan goes down on his knees and says to Kajol "I didn't forget anything, you did! How could i do this to you, forgive me blah blah blah" and appropriately, a phone went off in the theatre with the song from Humraaz as ringtone "Bhool na jaana, bhool na jaana...". Then there was this scene when Ajay Devgan (yeah, the movie is about him, and him and him) is sitting with the rest of the gang and philosophising on life - a pretty intense moment when N was ready to cry. And i leaned in towards her and asked, "Are you sleeping?"

I also missed many melodramatic dialogues because i couldn't hear them above my own chewing of the Palak Papri Chaat.

We finished the movie, satisfied that it was worth at least half the money we paid to watch it. Plonked ourselves on the stairs deciding on POA. Headed to Millers 46, where i had a very yummy BM. All through dinner and 'refreshments', we cracked bad ones on dialogues from the movie, freaked Y out by claiming N and I were 'seeing' each other, asked him to get a girlfriend and were up to general tomfoolery of the sort.

It was an evening well spent. I went back home feeling peaceful and nicely sleepy.