Yes! I saw it! I swooned for 3 1/2 hours! (There was an intermission, though, so it was better than suffering through Rotk. And not a single longueur!)
Most of the songs were not that good except for the title one which I loved, and the picturization of it, too. The whole thing was set in New York which is interesting on all sorts of levels. Plus: homosexuality was thematized!
I boggled at that. Usually, this is very third-world taboo. But it was there. In comic form, to be sure, but not, I thought, very disparaging. Clichéd, yes, in true strands: one over-the-top campy 'French' interior decorator, who was just a sort of Benny-Hill caricature. Aber immerhin. And another mistaken-identity running gag: the two male leads keep getting found in compromising positions by their woman housekeeper (or is it the grandmother?). Once they're in bed together (totally innocently, of course): she comes in and drops her tray in shock. Then they grapple for the phone, she comes in and sees them locked in embrace: she faints. And so forth. Finally, the father confronts the son and asks, 'I hear things. You are not normal.' The son denies it but the exchange is treated, I thought, in an astonishingly tolerant manner. The father doesn't reject the son -- the comic mode, of course, is helpful there.
Well, even if nothing else: you do get to see the two Khan men grappling with each other and saying 'I love you' to each other quite a lot. It's mistaken identity, but it's *there*, on the screen!
Oh, and there's the kissing sequence. First of all, to see so much *kissing* in a Bollywood movie! Quite the treat. They're all non-Indians, but what the hey. And the couples do include one all-male couple, so I found that remarkable, too.
And Preity is sweet.
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