‘Ginny Weds Sunny’ is the nemesis of romcoms

Just when you begin to think that 2020 can’t get any worse, Ginny Weds Sunny comes along, a film so devoid of qualities you struggle for two hours thinking of a reason why you should see this abomination to its conclusion when simply giving up and walking off would be a better option.

For those who have been trying to convince you into believing that ‘Ginny’ Yami Gautam and ‘Sunny’ Vikrant Massey can actually sustain an anorexic imbecilic plot about a man who can’t find a suitable match and a woman who can’t decide whom to marry and her immature spoilt rich fiancé who wants it all and wants it now (dial ‘M’ for Manmarziyan), here’s the thing: sorry, they can’t.

Vikran, a good actor, is no hero material. No matter how many hangdog expressions he musters for sympathy, the girl and the audience are too smart to fall for them. As for Yami so brilliant in Bala, I could see her struggling with her character trying to find a core of honesty in a set-up that’s as sincere as politicians’ speeches before elections.

The clichéd smalltown romance has now run its course. The Formula no longer excites the audience, specially when the male lead must behave throughout the film as if he worships the ground she walks on. Massey looks lovestruck in a bad health-worrying way, as if he can’t stop being grateful to his co-star for agreeing to work with him.

Massey’s scenes with his screen-mother-in-law-to-be, played by the always-watchable Ayesha Raza Mishra, had the potential to rise above the abject mediocrity of the plot. Alas, the scope for self-improvement remains woefully unexplored by the script. This is a project hellbent on hara-kiri.

Apart from all the other misery that the plot heaps on itself and the audience, there are the songs which keep playing every ten minutes in the background , like a dinner spread with too much food on the table that somehow must be used up.

So, does Ginny finally wed Sunny? Do we even care?