Film: “Love Day: Pyar Ka Din”; Directors: Harish Kotian, Sandeep Chaudhary; Cast: Ajaz Khan, Anant Mahadevan, Sahil Anand, Harish Naagar, Shalu Singh, Vaibhav Mathur; Rating: *1/2
Fun, frolic and fantasy forms the crux of this bromance.
It is the tale of three friends, Monty (Ajaz Khan), Sandy (Sahil Anand) and Harry (Harsh Naagar) and their adrenaline-charged escapades. It is an outrageous and outlandish, coming-of-age film that meanders from a drab, teen drama to a hotchpotch, youth crisis.
Narrated from Harry’s point of view, in a non-linear manner, the film begins with the three friends reconnecting after a long time. Sandy and Harry are now aspiring film makers seeking funds for their maiden film venture. They are on the way to meet Monty, who assures them the requisite money. And, while they are on their way, in flash-backs we are informed how Monty, obsessed with sex, is their key motivator for all things bad.
With dialogues like, “hame, raat ko 440 volts ka jhatke lage aur din mein, baap ke 440 fatke mile,” which means – at night we got a 440 volts shock and the next morning we received 440 lashes from our fathers. The writing, by the director duo- Harish Kotian and Sandeep Chaudhary, is amateurish and rash.
The plot meanders aimlessly from one bad deed to another, with aplomb. Laced with sub-plots that include a bit of romance and suspense, the gags are passable, and ultimately underwhelming. It gums-up all tried and tested, film formulas, from various prominent hindi films, in a very shoddy manner that eventually leads to gaping plot-holes and half-baked characters.
On the acting front, Ajaz Khan exhibits the chutzpah of Monty with extra-zeal, that makes him obnoxious from the very word go. Sahil Anand and Harsh Naagar are perfect nincompoops wandering life’s path, trying to put up the good boy act. Ananth Mahadevan is wasted, as Dr. Sheikh in an organ-trafficking scam. And the rest of the cast range from bad to worse.
Technically, the film is poorly mounted, in all respects.
With a title that is subjected to a double entendre, one expects a barrage of adult humour, but alas it is not so. Instead what you get is a disgusting display of depraved and recycled gags onscreen which make you frown sporadically and keep you wondering if they’ll ever graduate to making some truly entertaining and meaningful fare.
Overall, watching the three in a poorly presented film, is a bit too tedious and uninspiring.
By Troy Ribeiro