I have really come to enjoy Bollywood films. Granted, I've only seen a handful and I've mostly stuck to the rom-com musicals but I've enjoyed every one I've seen. A bodiless spirit falls in love with a young bride (Rani Mukerji) traveling to her husband's (Shah Rukh Khan) house for the first time. The husband drops her off and tells her on their wedding night that he is leaving for the next five years on a trading mission for his father (Anupam Kher). As he passes by the same rest area, the spirit realizes his opportunity and assumes his form. Disguised as the husband, he returns to the house and begins to woo "his" bride properly. Then he realizes it would be creepy and disgusting to sleep with her while she thinks it's still her husband, so he tells her the whole story. She thinks he's sweet and romantic and he's wearing an illusion of Shah Rukh Khan so he's hot even with the horrible mustache. It's all fun and games until the real husband hears about the shenanigans and decides to travel home early.
This is apparently based on an old folklore story and it feels very much like an updated version done right. It's candy-colored and filled with swirling fabric, sparkly bangles, and musical numbers. If I had to pick something to complain about (because I always do) it's that Lachchi, the bride, cries constantly throughout this film. She cries when's she's sad, when she's happy, when she's having sex. She is a stunningly gorgeous sack of tears. That is literally my only complaint.
It's streaming on Netflix and if you're tired of the tired formula of American rom-coms, but still want to see beautiful people get all tortured about each other, give this a shot.
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