But in a daring attempt, the girl wants to try living-in with the boy before settling down for marriage. Instead, you have a shabbily used Aparshakti Khurrana as his Muslim best friend with just one good line to shut the Hindu fanatics brigade and the dazzling genius of Pankaj Tripathi frittered away to parade like a raunchy parakeet.Luka Chuppi Story: A meet cute between Guddu (Kartik Aaryan) and Rashmi (Kriti Sanon) soon escalates into full-blown love. In a better-written gig, they'd make a difference too. Though Kartik Aaryan, best known for spewing snark and sexism in the Bromance genre, shows he has got the goods for boy next door.
But her dependence on five standard expressions cannot ramp a wonky character. Rashmi forgets about her career aspirations the minute she falls in love because that's what Hindi film heroines do. Guddu's mother encourages Rashmi to work but deeming her other daughter-in-law fit for domestic chores is played for laughs. Luka Chuppi perpetuates such regressive ideas about symbols of marriage its intrinsic conventionality lays bare its charade of progressivism. And Rashmi's short-lived spunk reaches a point of no return the moment she moans about the ' bojh' of sindoor and mangalsutra. A vain, humourless conflict is dragged between people who are dying to get married and people who might die on learning they are not yet married.Īnd so confusion that can be cleared in a matter of minutes is prolonged for as long as 126 minutes in this bird-brained baloney.įorced scenes of broad humour are invented to make Guddu look like a cad. The charade continues after Guddu and Rashmi's folks misconstrue their sham marriage as true. Luka Chuppi is as much about live-in as Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge was about pigeons. Keeping with Bollywood's fantasy treatment and trivialising of serious concepts, what follows is a two-week picnic in Gwalior, a breezy game of ghar-ghar where sex and Maggi are in high supply and shooing pesky neighbourhood aunties is a Photoshopped wedding album away. But when it actually comes down to the deed, Luka Chuppi's laziness reduces it to zilch. It's funny how the term 'live-in' is uttered, explained, defined, defended, abused and apologised over and over again in the movie.
The reasons for one's rush and another's reluctance are a point of note by themselves one that Luka Chupp is skin-deep cinema completely disregards and proceeds. He proposes marriage, she recommends live-in.
Half of Luka Chuppi is song after song of this attractive duo gazing into each other's eyes, smiling to and fro in fashionable attire and touring the cities. When Guddu (Kartik Aaryan), a reporter at a local cable news network in Mathura, meets Rashmi (Kriti Sanon), a politician's (a frumpy Vinay Pathak) daughter interning at his workplace, sparks fly. The point behind this exercise in overreaction is to impress what a big deal it's for a couple to opt for a live-in around such a squeamish social setup. After a fictional superstar's (whose last name has to be Khan) admission of his live-in relationship triggers a violent response in the country, people in North India, especially Mathura and Gwalior are going nuts and burning his effigies.
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