‘Veere di Wedding’ isn’t a movie, it’s the “fuck it, let’s go to Thailand” version of film making. This is Ekta Kapoor’s chick-flick, and it’s somehow worse than that sounds. It’s clear that the idea of women being sexually active is so scandalous to her that it warrants an A-rating.
In a fair world, this would be the death of Sonam Kapoor’s acting career – her only memorable performances so far are meek cameos. Most of the actors in this film seem to be performing at gun-point – strained expressions, uncomfortable delivery, and a general lack of desire to be part of this.
This movie is so far-removed from reality that it expects us to believe that masturbation is a dark secret and that a lehenga stored for 10 years in an abandoned home will be clean & unscathed.
There are precisely two redeeming aspects in this non-movie:
- Cinematography & Production Design – nearly every scene is accidental Wes Anderson, with immaculate framing and set decor. Set decor also includes costume design here because the actors are unwilling props.
- Swara Bhaskar’s effortless sass makes hers the only believable and relatable role.
The only way to enjoy this film is to play it muted on a TV that runs in the background so you can glance at it every now and then. I honestly wanted to do a full-fledged review on my blog but I didn’t want to accidentally expend more thought and effort into this than the actual filmmakers did.
1.5/10 avoid this like the plague