Cast: Chirag Paswan, Kangna Ranaut, Kabir Bedi, Poonam Dhillon, Sagarika Ghatge, Neeru Singh, Dalip Tahil, Suresh Menon, Kunal Kumar, Shweta Tiwari
Directed by Tanveer Khan
Rating: 0.5 *
Hindi films have always showcased estranged families in a distinct manner. The child, whose parents are parting, has to cry aloud, 'I love mummy and daddy equally' and 'Why can't mummy and daddy live together?' And invariably, he/ she would grow up with a healthy contempt for relationships and an unhealthy addiction towards his/her passion. But Chirag Paswan's acting debut, 'Miley Naa Miley Hum' has his character embrace all these stereotypes and also has him estranged from any facial expressions and from a recognized acting school.
The story is as banal as a calendar with no pretty pictures. Chirag (Chirag Paswan) leads a dual life. From growing 'angoor' to playing business tycoon, he hops between daddy's (Kabir Bedi) vineyard and mummy's (Poonam Dhillon) palatial sea-side home through the film (joint-custody of a 25-year old!). Through the first-half, Chirag's parents are in a tug-of-war to get Chirag married off to the bride of their choice, while his true love is tennis. Being closeted about the sport, Chirag has pursued it since childhood, without his mother's knowledge since she detests the sport for a very prophetic yet silly reason.
It's easy to imagine that our hero has a mind of his own to pick his own leading lady. Struggling model Anishka (Kangna Ranaut) happens to be the one who catches his fancy, once she pukes on him at a party after consuming some sushi. A fishy love story indeed.
While the film lacks twists and turns, what it really lacks is soul or anything to hold your attention or interest for long enough to keep looking at the screen. And the characters aren't even consistent. Chirag's desperate love for tennis that kept him secretly pursuing it by practicing at night, vanishes from time to time. Sometimes, you completely forget that he has anything to do with the sport, but with him ignoring his own passion, that's only fair for the audience to lose track, no?
Chirag's blue eyes and Gladrags-ish face could charm many but his acting is effortlessly bad. It's as if he's not even trying and has resigned to the criticism he believes this film would garner. Kangna is her usual screechy self and her voice hits a new shrilling high. On the other spectrum of the bass line, Kabir Bedi doesn't clear his throat before any of his lines, resulting in a gruffy, extra-bass baritone which can barely be understood. Poonam Dhillon's priceless expressions are only amplified with bizarre sound effects for unintentional hilarity. The best being, when she discovers that her son has got her grapes from her separated husband's vineyard. Dhaan! Dhaan! Dhaan! "Kya? Take it away!" It's almost as if she has a dark past where someone in her family was poisoned from having grapes.
The film's soundtrack could be in any other film, with any other story and it would flow just as well or worse. And though the cool desi 'thumka' number by Shweta Tiwari is energetic, it is performed at a wedding, which may or may not be an ideal venue for it. The film leaves no stone unturned to portray opulence but while Chirag's mum sends a chopper to pick him up, she herself drives a Honda Accord! So, maintaining the fickle tone used in the film's title, you can sit on the fence about whether to watch it or not. Either way, not a life-changer, this one.
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