CHEENI KUM (The Carcass)

Elucidating in the flash-back mode, Cheeni Kum was a potential project, with a rare, rational, thoughtful (apropos the Bollywood standards) baptization, buttressed by a balanced initial start-up (both in terms of the story line, the flow of the script, and the characterization of the exponent (mainstay) parts), melidious (more of a step-up, slide-down, void-spawing) music, and raw, virgin, methodically synchronized lyrics,
rendered impotent (which 'ld mean packing up to mediocricy, for a movie of this stature) by the following:
* the spasmodic (discontinous)switching of importance screened for the "inside the kitchen" frames. There were fillers (all so very predictable, blatant, and incongrous) through-out the first half, and none promoted their cause (of reaching out or guising as instigators for the more relevant scriptoral moves to descend)...none.
* the unfathomable brashness and arrogance innate to the protagonist (a 64 yr old man, who owns a passable food joint with not more than 20 labors) , his incessant boasts about his tavern being the Best Indian Restraunt(BIR) in UK, and the supercilious, egotistic self he exudes every time he utters, "Haai-deraa-baadi Zaafraani Pulao" (read,"hey!, Vijay Deenanaath Chauhan").
* the desperate, coquet, bold, hagrin and sadist psyche that the female exponent
of the movie manifests. How c'ld so choosy a woman, with undefiled virginity for 34 years, fall pliantly to the woos of this ponytailed, heedless, and an otherwise vanilla-personatily (plays pranks with his "sex and the city" oriented, gym-freek mother, and talks life and stuff with his "senile head over juvenile shoulders" 9-yr old leukemic neighbour...) , patriarchal, "aham bramhasmi" he?
* the foreseeable climax of the movie.. once you have a leukemic, adorable (aphoristically) character, even the most simpleton, screw-head, and jammed ass in the world 'ld suggest its repose as the turning point of the story. Every nut can reckon that.
* the unhinged, unorganized, vexing(again) definition of the father-in-law (antagonist), his unscroupless denial, and spontaneous come-back to the argument of his daughter's marriage.
* the time elapsing (no more, no less....serving no other purpose) mental scuffle, and cold war b/w the contemporary (father n son)-in law.

With so many flaws and weak-links, the movie ended up to the miss-list already flooded
with unattended, waif, releases, all of which are destined to leave no more
than a wallpaper on the desktops of the jagruk junta.