12 July 2015 | nairtejas
"Standardized" Material. ♦ 35%
There is confusion among the small number of people who know about the film: whether the title of the film is "I Love New Year" or "I Love New York." If you are smart enough and web-savvy, you already know the answer (also apparent here on IMDb). For others, I will try to break it down.
Randhir (Deol) is a professional from Chicago who is excited about his New Year's eve plan with his fiancée (Chatterjee). However, after a drunken bout he finds himself, for some illogical reason, on a flight to New York, and then in a stranger's apartment which, for another illogical reason, opens with HIS apartment's key. How convenient. That the stranger is Tikku (Ranaut), who is expecting to get laid with her long-time boyfriend Ishaan (Chowdhry) is another thing.
Someone should give me a medal for I deduced this plot after tackling an all and all terribly directed drama. The first 20 minutes will silently try to tell you why the film was postponed for 2 years in the first place. But if you manage to survive, what follows is comparatively lighter and acceptable. Only till a certain point. After that, it again churns out rubbish.
The jingly soundtrack demands you to laugh and acts as cholesterol to the unbelievable story's digestion. While the songs are not that bad, the best one of them is played for at least 30 minutes in the 140 minute-running time.
Watching Sunny Deol fool around in a health center in Chicago is heartbreaking. The childish acts, adopted by each and every character in the film except Mr. Chopra are neither entertaining nor funny. What might make you laugh is the comedy of errors that happens twice/thrice in the film. The "irony of falling in love" is a nonsensical idea which may appeal only to lovebirds. I am declining from commenting on it.
Ranaut utters the words "I love New Years" sometime in the film, but if I were Deol, I would have probably said "I love New York." So, as far as the film is concerned, it could be both, hence the acronym.
BOTTOM LINE: I Love NY, basically, is like a slice of pie of which we mostly dig the part at the center. The crusts and the crumbs are fine, but what happens when they are burnt?
VERDICT: 4 stars out of 10. Wait for DVD.
Can be watched with a typical Indian family? YES