What the film lacks is genuine feeling. Yes, even the frothiest of rom-coms need something real to keep you invested in its characters. Aditya Chopra may have made one of Hindi cinema’s most enduring love stories, but this is a soufflé that sinks like a stone.

This will also go down as the film which, despite its close clinches, male and female (yesss), its rumpled-bedsheets-and-bedroom-antics, gave us a romance that never ignites. The fire between the lovers is restricted to the songs-and-dances; Ranveer and Vaani don’t burn it up.

It starts out shrill, turns predictable, and ends up chaotic.

To use the language of the youth Aditya Chopra is attempting to speak, let’s call it Befi-cray-cray.

Befikre values entertainment as much as you want those Rs 100 notes these days. Be sure of getting entertained by Ranveer Singh’s charisma and Vaani Kapoor’s French. But, don’t wish for more.

The Yash Raj bank too delivers under restrictions.

The only good thing about it is its melodious music, good-looking actors and their fair performances.

No matter how casually his characters treat sex or bare every inch of their extraordinarily fit bodies, Aditya Chopra is too much of a romantic to pull off flippancy as the face of love

Befikre can be summed up in three Fs – fun, frothy and frivolous at the same time. Could become a preferred choice for collegians.

Befikre is a minefield of ideas. It has a deep desire to be erotic and funny but for all its progressive ambitions, it tells a jaded story. Modern people struggle to come out of their clichéd Indian-Punjabi moulds and that just foils all the fun.  

I didn’t hate BEFIKRE but that doesn’t mean that I loved it either. The adorable Ranveer and Vani made it watchable but not lovable.

Ranveer Singh, Vaani Kapoor’s verve can’t mask this old wine in a glossy bottle…

Watch this film if you are fan of syrupy romances or Ranveer Singh’s groupie. Otherwise, jump into this at your own risk.

To put it in words, watching Befikre is like bungee-jumping. It’s best enjoyed only if you get soaked in its carefreeness without worrying for a smooth (flawless) landing!

Befikre to me was French, frothy, forced and devoid of any flavor!