Love Story 2050 - Review

It is easy to see that the purpose of Love Story 2050, directed by Harry Baweja, is essentially to peddle the producer-director's son. This sci-fi love story is merely a long, boring, silly and expensive excuse to find a new superstar.

So, since it's all about Harman Baweja, who we're told about 20 times in the film that he's 23 years old, let's just put it this way; he is not a bad actor at all.

I think it takes some skill to play Hrithik Roshan this well, right from his dance movements to his diction and manners. It seems more funny than uncanny.

The film itself is basically a stock Rakesh Roshan subject, the sorts of Karan Arjun meets Kaho Naa Pyar Hai meets Koi Mil Gaya on a really bad day.

We find our Sydney super-dude in love with a stranger, that's Priyanka Chopra. We know nothing about the girl besides that she has an unbearable screen presence. They've gone on two or three dates. She dies.

For some reason the boy knows she'll come alive in Mumbai in 2050. He gets on his uncle's time machine, flies out to get her back from her rebirth.

The rest is a relentlessly hammering mix of even some good stuff we've seen before that's turned into B-grade Bollywood: there is the mad-scientist from Back To The Future, the wigs from Fifth Element, light-saber from Star Wars.

This so-called science fiction fantasy starts only in the second half of the movie. Until then we were twiddling our thumb. But after that, the pointlessness never stops. Really, I think, I should stop here.

We're no prophets of boom. I have no idea what Mumbai would be like in 2050. Let alone flying cars and teleporting human beings, I'd be very happy if there was a Metro in the city by then. We should be happy if Bombay made much better films by 2050 as well.