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Report dated 27/09/2014 @ 10:02 AM
Story: Spirited doctor Mili meets stiff prince Vikram - will their royal love story have a beautiful end?
Review: So, Khoobsurat is pretty - and pretty hilarious. Dr. Mrinalini Chakravarty aka Mili (Sonam) is a physiotherapist, hired to help Rajasthan royal Shekhar Rathore (Aamir Raza). Rani Nirmala (Ratna) and Yuvraj Vikram (Fawad) expect a quiet medic who will blend blandly into royal discipline - but they get a live-wire who teases the dishy Yuvraj, 'Raja log praja ke saath party nahin karte?', whose therapy includes drinking wine with her charge, who crushes paapads noisily onto regal china, and who, in striped PJs and cartoon-coloured T-shirts, is no fashionista.
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.