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Love Sonam and Imran as a pair.
They are far, far more refreshing than ALL the ageing stars who pretend they are college going dudes. And trust me, this story is young. So young, Miley Cyrus and Zac Efron would have been perfect for this tale.
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Love the fact that this is one of the first spoofs.
Unfortunately the spoof just goes on and on, so after a while you find yourself checking mail on your phone.
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Love the banter.
Loved the padded arse reference and how it continues until the last scene ('I love your bum!').
Loved the, 'My wife is pregnant and won't dance with me,' scenes.
A couple of times you wince because you know someone literally translated the words, esp Sonam's speech about not being able to love Imran again. And really, what was that throw-egg-at-the-girls thaing? That was a botch-up job (ha!)
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Loved Sonam's clothes. Her make-up is patchy, but the dress she wears to the cinema where Imran stares at her, is awesome, and she looks just as good going away from the camera (denim skirt, walking away with her perfect Raj in New Zealand).
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Hated the continuous spoofs. We got the point, but they go on and on...
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Hated also how Anju Mahendru was repeating herself. And wasn't she supposed to be on Long Island? She said, 'Delhi kab aa rahe ho beta...'
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Hated the constant references to Jaane Tu... airport thang, and also a dialog on his precious mamu.
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Also hate the fact that cinema now has become so loud, and Priyadarshan and his ilk are to blame. There is nothing understated, nothing elegant in the movies, and the SMSes make one wince. Even Hannah Montana is not so loud in its depiction of mood and emotion...
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And I hate the old fashioned sati-savitri/ pavitra rishta type idea that this movie propogates: both looked shocked when the radio jockey utters, 'Sex!'. They don't even kiss! Even your ordinary Mills & Boon has kisses to say the hero and the heroine hate each other's guts, but the chemistry is there... sigh.
It's not great cinema, not memorable even. But give me I Hate Luv Storys (Their spelling, NOT mine!) any day over Housefull or De Dana Dan...















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