…one of those films that should have been made in the 80’s, when such themes might have been better accepted. Or better yet, it shouldn’t have been made at all.

This film is like fast food for teenagers. If you’re in college and you have a girlfriend and/or boyfriend you’ll sink in your chair and probably shed a tear or two. But even the target audience will agree that the end just stretches on and on. At 2 hours and 40 minutes, the runtime is unnecessarily bloated. The big Hollywood hangover doesn’t help either. This film definitely had potential, but it needed better execution and a lot less yawns. 

Sanam Teri Kasam moves forward with no lofty aspirations, except to tell a tale of star-crossed lovers with charm, simplicity and sincerity. It succeeds in doing that.

With a run time of 155 minutes, a substantial measure of the first half is spent on the lives of these two individuals before they meet and what comes about when their paths eventually converge. Not only is the narrative a typical love story, it also reinforces discarded gender stereotypes. Though it has nothing new to offer, the film offers respite at an interesting point- an unanswered question.

If you’re the viewer, this curse lifts after 154 minutes, by which time we’ve been introduced to Mumbai’s most forgiving cop, the worst fiancée in the world and the most literal interpretation of the phrase “You’re dead to me”.

Go with a boxful of tissues if you cry easily at the movies. If you are as cold-hearted as I am you’ll be left scratching your head and perennially looking at the watch hoping for things to wrap up fast. Alas, they don’t.