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Thoda Magic Movie
Review |
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Music :
Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy |
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Lyrics :
Prasoon Joshi |
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Direction : Kunal Kohli |
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Producer :
Aditya
Chopra, Kunal Kohli |
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Leading Cast :
ASaif Ali
Khan, Rani Mukherjee, Razzak Khan, Mahesh Thakur, |
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Ayushi
Burman, Rachit Sidana, Akshat Chopra, Taranna Raja Kapoor, |
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Rishi Kapoor, Sharat Saxena, Baby Shriya Sharma |
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All cinematic blasphemies can be forgiven when you
see a delightful, heart-winning tale filled with
fun, frolic, fantasy and some tear-jerking drama
unfold on the screen. That’s what Thoda Pyaar Thoda
Magic is.
So even if you think for a moment that director
Kunal Kohli has blasphemed when you see a squeaky
clean Rishi Kapoor playing God who uses
state-of-the-art technology to see the workings of
His creation (read human life) from heaven that is
just above the clouds, you accept it, knowing that
it is a fantasy Bollywood flick, and that too by
Kunal Kohli.
Instead of blaming Kohli for being far-fetched in
his imagination, you prefer to lean back and prod
the long lost child inside you to resurface and
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Before getting carried away by my childish
excitement, let me give an outline of the story.
Ranvir Talwar ( Saif Ali Khan ) is a self-made man
who grew up as an orphan. He has got everything – a
flourishing business empire, a sensuous bimbo in tow
(Amisha Patel), a swanky bungalow and, not to
forget, a constant frown on his face. But he’s got
no time.
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Ranvir’s life changes after a car accident in which
a couple dies because of his mistake. The court, instead of
kicking him off to prison, gives an unusual verdict. Ranvir
has to be the guardian of the four orphans of the dead
couple and take care of them until the youngest of them
becomes an adult.
But the kids hate Ranvir. And Ranvir feels no different
towards them. Put up in the house of their parents’ killer,
the kids plot revenge.
It would take nothing less than a divine intervention to
foster peace and love between Ranvir and the vengeful tots.
The good God himself takes the trouble of summoning one of
his favourite fairies, Geeta ( Rani Mukherjee ), to go to
the world of humans and do His work.
And down she comes, cycling on a rainbow (like some lost
sister of Lance Armstrong) and straight into the life of
Ranvir and his four cute ill-wishers. What happens
thereafter better be seen than written about. |
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The most commendable thing about ‘Thoda Pyaar Thoda
Magic’ is that it makes the most ludicrous of scenes
engaging and fun to watch. Be it the fairy (as the
nanny of the kids) turning the boring National
Museum into a magical, living theatre of history, or
the four naughty kids ruining the poolside party of
Ranvir’s skimpily clad squeeze (Amisha) – you relish
it all with the buoyancy of an adolescent yourself.
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Besides humour, the film is also high on melodrama.
I know it has almost become a dreadful word – thanks to many
a weepy Bollywood movies – but the tear-jerking scenes in
TPTM don’t pinch you like other run-of-the-mill sob tales.
You bear them, at times with suppressed embarrassment of
being seen moist-eyed by the fellow sitting next to you in
theatre.
‘Thoda Pyaar Thoda Magic’ does not belong to any one actor.
Speaking in cricket parlance, it’s a team effort.
Saif Ali Khan does superb as the frowning, scowling,
busy-as-a-bee businessman who gradually transforms into a
loving, caring, doting guardian. Rani Mukherjee is pretty
good as the blabbermouth fairy who performs magical feats as
if she was doing something trivial, like playing carrom. And
it is a great relief to see her play a character that
doesn’t weep. |
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Amisha Patel is convincing as the minimally clad,
dumb bimbo with a superficial accent. The kids are
all right. The sardar kid (Iqbal) wins you over with
his humour.
Kunal Kohli’s direction has many rough edges. For
instance, his style of shot composition needs a
great deal of improvement. The film’s music is also
ho-hum.
Apart from this, ‘Thoda Pyaar Thoda Magic’ is pretty |
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enjoyable. It has many engaging moments. My
favourite is the one in which Iqbal tells Ranvir that he
doesn’t want to be a Sikh. Another favourite of mine comes
at the end. I’m not sure if the director intended it. But on
a street in Hollywood, the camera captures two delightful
words written on a wall. The words are: Buck Fush. Written
on an American street, it doesn’t take much imagination to
figure out what they mean. |
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Rating: 3.5/5 |
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