Dear Mr Kapoor,
First off let me say, your son is gorgeous. Given enough incentive I might even be encouraged to elope with him, and I say this as a woman obsessively in love with her husband. He's just too good. And I suspect you know this too, since you saw fit to treat us to three whole hours of him looking tortured from Punjab, to Switzerland, to Europe to Dras to Ahmadabad to.... I'm exhausted just having watched the movie.
I think I know why you called the movie Mausam. Seasons could have changed while I was restlessly fidgeting in my chair in that darkened hall. I mean no offense, but what were you smoking? Its obvious you've been thinking about this story/film for a really long time. The old world charm, innocence, the yearning to be with someone you've lost - its a beautiful concept. And I would have loved it if you'd set the film period back by 15-20 years. But in 2000? Come on! How difficult is is it to find someone? Fine, maybe in India in 2000 it was still the age of dial up internet, but they were in Europe. Surely they would have figured out email???
You had so many story tropes going on. Each on its own would have made a fantastic movie. Hindu-Muslim love story against a backdrop of communal hate. Its been there done that many times over, but still would have been good. Like Yahaan. Its a beautiful movie and terribly underrated, in my opinion. Or how about making Akram a terrorist and Ayat his cowed wife, whom the brave soldier rescues.
Or how about taking the paralysed hand and using it to create a tortured hreo who doesn't beleive the heroine wants him and making the rest of the movie about how she makes him believe that she's there for good. Now that I would have swallowed like chocolate mousse, wept copious tears and sighed with the romance of it all. You had so many beautiful angles to flesh out and yet you gave us.....that.
Its obvious you love your son very much and wanted to show us in one sitting how wonderful he is - mera beta comedy karta hai, romance karta hai, action karta hai, dramatic scenes karta hai, nachta bhi bada accha hai. But i missed the point of the whole movie. Like I said before, if you'd made it a movie in the 70's you could still have salvaged some of it. But I could not believe that it was so difficult to pick up a phone and leave a message and your number. If there was an answering machine, then there's no excuse for this.
I'll sign off with my father's pithy comment walking out of the theatre, "what i took away from the movie was that shift karte time, forwarding address zaroor dena chahiye"
Yours sincerely,
Ispeak
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