15 clichés to expect from Karan Johar’s Ae Dil
Heir to a business empire realizes that life is bliss and not money, so he dumps his Lamborghini for a chick, and breaks into a romantic melody staring out at Alps through a super-wide window of some high-speed Eurorail.
Cute girl won’t be interested in Pappu’s money. But Pappu needs to have that money for her to be not interested in it. If Pappu actually didn’t have it, she could pass by and not give a rat’s behind!!
After bum pe laat from his industrialist father, he gets a job in London in no time and in a short span of time makes as much money as his father did in a lifetime.
Pappu makes fortune in a town so small that he keeps running into the girl at every traffic signal/Café.
The interiors of self-made Pappu’s home-sweet-home seem more or less the same with princely chandeliers, a private Birla Temple somewhere around the entrance of house, a fireplace and a state-of-the-art UHD curved TV along with matching Harman Kardon and Bang & Olufsen speakers. However, it lacks attached lake and helipad as he has let go ancestral wealth.
Also the difference between Raichand Junior’s earlier and present times is not that of designer expensive clothes vs inexpensive clothes. Both are expensive, it’s just Casuals vs Formal!!
The elegant velvet of a chic Versace jacket is too mainframe, hence designer par-excellence Karan Johar embellishes it with some Swarovsky crystals. A stole apparently made of some Tibetan Mastiff’s fur shall further complete the perfectly sober style.
Pappu doesn’t need to sign a file, he can accompany cute girl whole day, and still have the booty flowing in.
Pappu also falls in love with another girl. Soon he realizes life isn’t all about the low hung fruit, it’s also about being responsible and honoring the Parampara and acute-angled love triangles.
The girl he is slightly more into has a fiancé. This guy belonged to the middle class, hence drove to Howard not in a Lamborghini but a modest BMW convertible Coupe, did his assignments on a MacBook Air Pro, and had coffee at Starbucks.
This poor secondest of the second fiddle would nevertheless be roaming around in Prague, Corsica, Romania and other such exotic locations around the world even before he gets hired by National Geographic.
Eventually, all the four are confused. No one’s having dingle as their twisted love lives now resemble a dongle without any signal. Pappu is torn between true connect on one hand and dancing as much around the trees even when it’s about a real quickie on the other.
Pappu in distress grows a beard and looks heartbroken as fuck. Camera dutifully captures a condensed water droplet swiveling its way down the mist accumulated on the glasses of a spanking red-colored telephone booth in Paris.
More than subtle attempts of satire keep up the humor quotient with constant ridicule of gay jokes carrying double meanings infused at regular intervals.
This modern day love saga is inconclusive without the intervention of kick-ass parents – the sleazy Sexy Sams and cocktail moms. It is only after their view-point regarding how one not content with own self cannot build a beautiful relationship and how love isn’t always about conquering, that the poor kids crack it. Of course also after having checked into hotel rooms a couple of times!!