Though
there
are
five-six
villains
in
various
get-ups
appointed
to
create
mayhem
in
the
romance,
the
biggest
enemy
that
the
film's
dare-to-stare
couple
faces
is
the
couple
themselves!
Yup,
Kabir
and
Preet,
played
by
debutants
Shiv
Darshan
and
Hasleen
Kaur,
are
wedded
to
recklessness.
They
laugh
in
the
face
of
life
and
death.
They
sing
when
they
should
be
running
for
their
lives.
This
could
have
something
to
do
with
the
fact
that
our
Heer-Ranjha
inspired
Bollywood
romances
need
to
take
a
song
break
even
when
apocalypse
is
around
the
corner.
I
liked
the
way
the
couple
makes
troubles
disappear
by
simply
indulging
in
tit-for-tat
verbal
spats.
And
to
their
credit,
the
couple
gets
crisply
written
and
sharply-sarcastic
lines
written
by
three
youngsters
-
Rakesh
Pandey,
Reshu
Nath
and
Rahul
Patel.
The
bantering
lines
are
elivered
with
the
sharpness
of
shallow
people
trying
to
out-smart
life
by
pretending
to
have
cracked
the
formula
of
easy-living.
There
are
sharp
edges
to
the
couple's
blow-hot-blow-cold
relationship.
Shiv
and
Harleen
negotiate
their
character's
excess
quota
of
audaciousness
with
a
fair
degree
of
ease.
Though
Shiv
needs
to
work
on
his
dialogue-delivery,
he
is
his
own
man-child,
creating
in
Kabir
the
kind
of
annoying
know-all
been-there-done-it-all
hero
that
can
only
get
itself
into
trouble
in
the
last
reel.
Or
for
that
matter,
any
reel.
Being
a
home-production,
Shiv
gets
to
be
that
wide-eyed
boy
in
a
toy
store,
who
can
buy
everything
including
the
sales
girls.
Shiv
dances,
fights,
races
on
fast
cars
and
faster
mo'bikes,
indulges
in
comedy
and
has
the
liberty
to
punctuate
a
purportedly
dramatic
scene
with
a
dollop
of
chuckles.
It's
a
tough
way
to
start
an
acting
career.
But
then
who
said
kids
from
within
the
film
industry
had
it
easy?
Hasleen
is
easy
on
the
eyes.
She
bears
more
than
a
passing
resemblance
to
Shradha
Kapoor.
For
a
first
film,
she
sure
knows
how
to
make
the
right
camera
moves.
The
rest
of
the
cast
is
pretty
much
a
blur
of
back-end
distractions.
An
Alzheimer's
stricken
grandmother,
who
thinks
Dilip
Kumar
is
still
the
reigning
matinee
idol;
an
abused
mother
who
lets
her
lover's
belt
do
the
talking
on
the
house;
and
a
sadistic
villain
who
likes
to
saw
off
his
enemy's
limbs
and
then
tells
his
wife
on
the
phone
to
make
aloo
parathas
for
dinner
-
all
these
oddballs
are
added
on
to
a
picnicky
concoction
about
truly
star-crossed
lovers
who
seem
to
spell
trouble
for
each
other
every
time
they
meet,
but
cannot
seem
to
stay
away
from
each
other.
Interestingly,
written
and
directed
with
confidence
(sometimes
misplaced)
by
debutant
director
Rajesh
Pandey,
"Karle
Pyaar
Karle"
is
Nasir
Hussain
on
steroids.
It's
a
colourful,
breezy,
effervescent
rumbustious
ode
to
the
spirit
of
being
young.
Fun
in
a
feisty
fashion,
Karle
Pyaar
Karle
deviates
from
the
boy-meets-girl
formula
with
a
breezy,
pacy,
easy-going
casual
kind
of
narration
that
tells
you
not
to
get
serious
about
the
goings-on.
Though
the
plot
frequently
resort
to
hurling
mo'bike
races
for
the
kids,
the
narration
is
never
on
the
skids.