Sonam carries off her finest role yet with zany flair, as smoothly goofy as her patchwork jacket. She's matched ably by hipster heart-throb Fawad Khan, who brings Vikram - of corduroy-dry manners and melting-chocolate voice - alive.
The pair sizzles but the best giggles go to Kirron Kher, playing Mili's mummy Manju, with some of this laugh riot's funniest lines, including berating the 'royal kanjar khana!'. Kirron runs away with her vibrant role, finely balanced against Ratna Pathak's grim self-control and Aamir Raza Husain's wine-soaked self-pity - that finally shows some spark.
But there's more khoobsurti here. Romance between the lead pair is like perfume sprayed onto air while the evolution of Mili, from wild-child to dignified woman, and Vikram, from stick-in-royal-sand to a confused, vulnerable man, show.
Meanwhile, characters roam palaces on Wodehouse-like trails, seeking chocolate - and beds - during dark nights, mothers face-off in a clash of curlers, Mili's clumsiness resounds like clattering cutlery while desperately smitten Vikram reminds himself, 'Uski aankhen hain, taangein mat dekh!' Oh, and that he has a fiance (Aditi Rao Hydari) already.
Paying the first Khoobsurat a whimsical wave - poet-cook Ashrafi basically strokes his gamcha here - this movie reflects modern times. Mili's had pre-Vikram boyfriends, no-one needs heart attacks for enlightenment - and just when you think the turbanned titles are a royal pain, Manju arrives, spitting fire at regal airs.
An underdone kidnapping and overdone Bengali-ness - 'Prawteek', meet 'Mawnju' - slightly distract. However, for the most part, this delightfully roguish romance tickles everything fun-loving inside you.
That's what makes it so khoobsurat. (TOI)
The pair sizzles but the best giggles go to Kirron Kher, playing Mili's mummy Manju, with some of this laugh riot's funniest lines, including berating the 'royal kanjar khana!'. Kirron runs away with her vibrant role, finely balanced against Ratna Pathak's grim self-control and Aamir Raza Husain's wine-soaked self-pity - that finally shows some spark.
But there's more khoobsurti here. Romance between the lead pair is like perfume sprayed onto air while the evolution of Mili, from wild-child to dignified woman, and Vikram, from stick-in-royal-sand to a confused, vulnerable man, show.
Meanwhile, characters roam palaces on Wodehouse-like trails, seeking chocolate - and beds - during dark nights, mothers face-off in a clash of curlers, Mili's clumsiness resounds like clattering cutlery while desperately smitten Vikram reminds himself, 'Uski aankhen hain, taangein mat dekh!' Oh, and that he has a fiance (Aditi Rao Hydari) already.
Paying the first Khoobsurat a whimsical wave - poet-cook Ashrafi basically strokes his gamcha here - this movie reflects modern times. Mili's had pre-Vikram boyfriends, no-one needs heart attacks for enlightenment - and just when you think the turbanned titles are a royal pain, Manju arrives, spitting fire at regal airs.
An underdone kidnapping and overdone Bengali-ness - 'Prawteek', meet 'Mawnju' - slightly distract. However, for the most part, this delightfully roguish romance tickles everything fun-loving inside you.
That's what makes it so khoobsurat. (TOI)
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