Ishkq in Paris

Quick comments:

(Only) Watch if: you are a serious, die hard Preity Zinta fan
Don’t watch if: you’re most people
Favourite song: Saiyan (a lyrics video with Arabic subtitles is embedded at the end of this post – I couldn’t find one with English subs unfortunately)
Soundtrack overall: Forgettable

Watched on: Einthusan

There’s plenty of Paris in this film; not so much to fall in ‘ishqk’ with (and no, I don’t know why it’s spelt like that either). The first half seems to take place entirely outside (LOOK! We’re in France! We’re still in France!”) which, coupled with the constant narration, makes it incredibly difficult to get into the story. It was well into the second half before I had any feelings whatsoever about the outcome, and that was to wish that they would stay broken up because our ‘hero’ is a complete – I’m struggling to not swear – pain in the ass.

Firstly, he spends half the movie trying to avoid his alleged best friend’s wedding. I’m no fan of matrimony myself, but you can bet your bottom dollar that if it was my best friend’s wedding I would show up without having to be cajoled into it by my PA and a random girl I’ve just decided to run around Paris with. Secondly, he takes the amateur psychology so beloved of third-rate film characters to an obnoxious level, diagnosing all of Ishqk’s problems based on about 20 seconds of conversation and then going round to lecture her mother – a film actress who he was supposedly starstruck by half a film ago and has never actually spoken to – about them. But we’re still in Paris! So that’s alright then.

I really hope that Isabelle Adjani – the French actress who plays Ishqk’s (FRENCH!) mother – sued the guy who froze her face so rigid that even during this supposedly climactic scene we can’t read even the trace of an expression on it. I gather from her Wikipedia article (I’ve never watched a French movie in my life, so shoot me) that she’s a rather celebrated actress, so this must be a sad lapse; but that doesn’t make it any better for the viewer. Mind you, our leading man is limited to smirks himself, so she probably didn’t feel the need to put much effort in.

Poor Preity tries her best and is beautiful, although we don’t get to see the dimples until 5 minutes before the end – neither she nor her character have anything much to smile about. On the plus side, her wardrobe is fantastic. She spends the entire movie in quirky little skirts and chic jackets. They even throw in the odd beret just in case you forget we’re in…you know. There are some passable funny moments, entirely centred on waiting staff, but they don’t make the the other 80 minutes worth it. I did enjoy the ending but it’s hard to tell how much of that was relief.

In case you didn’t get it, I didn’t much like this film. I would only recommend it to someone I didn’t like. If you want to see characters wandering around Europe, watch Queen or Jab Harry Met Sejal or even DDLJ. If you want to see Preity Zinta, watch literally any other film of hers.

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