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Movie Review : Dum Laga Ke Haisha

Title : Dum Laga Ke Haisha
Language : Hindi
Year : 2015
Director : Sharat Katariya
Genre : Comedy, Drama, Romance
Lead Role : Ayushmann Khurrana, Sanjay Mishra, Bhumi Padnekar

Before getting into the plot, this is a Bollywood movie which lets you laugh and enjoy yourselves out. We have our protagonist Prem, who is a high school dropout, presently assisting  his father run their audio store. He is a character with whom the viewer could connect easily. Like most of us, Prem has some notions about who should life partner be. But life has other plans as usual.

Succumbing to pressure from family, he is forced into an arranged marriage. He dislikes his bride Sandhya, primarily because she is a bit fat, but also due to her superior educational qualifications. Soon tones of discord arise between them. Prem fears he has been a complete loser in his life, and the rest of the story is better watched than read. Ayushmann has really impressed as Prem. He is to stay in the industry for long. So has Ms. Bhumi, who seemed the perfect casting for the role. The background score by Italian composer Andrea Guerra was simply too good. The makers almost succeeded in making the predictable climax quite convincing.

Dum Laga Ke Haisha is a local slang used while pulling heavy loads. If you are looking for a philosophical discourse, one could say that the title refers to the many obstacles we face in our lives and all. Anyway, it is sad to miss a beautiful movie as this.



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