From the moment I heard that the next big Hrithik movie is called Kites, I was intrigued. The title itself was totally unlike a Bollywood film, let alone one from the Rakesh Roshan camp.
Today I saw the movie. And I must admit that I am even more intrigued about the choice of the title. Of course, one can justify it as how it is the story of two lovers who get entangled in each other’s lives and then cut themselves off and lose control and eventually spiral downwards and blah, blah...
But coming to think of it, I can think of several other titles for the movie which could have been more apt.
It could have been called Sights. Apart from looking at Hrithik, Barbara, Vegas and the countrysides of US and Mexico, there is nothing else commendable about the movie. And yes, it is slickly shot too.
It could have been called Frights. The movie scares you by making plain the horrors of wasted effort, time and money.
It could have been called Heights. Height of absurdity. Height of predictability. Height of pretentiousness.
It could have been called Flights. Things are just flying all over the place. Cars off trucks, Gangsters off their handles, Hero and Heroine off in a hot air balloon. And of course, the flights of fancy of the writer deserve a special mention.
It could have been called Slights. It slights the talent of the leading star. It slights the expectation from the director. And worst of all, it slights the intelligence of the audience.
It could have been called Fights. Not that it is not a love story. But the elongated and boring sequences make sure the audience is fighting to stay awake.
And finally, it could have been called Plights. That’s just so obvious, it does not even require an explanation.
