Starring: Aftab Shivdasani, Natassha, Dipanita Sharma, Himanshu Malik.
Directed by Parto Mitra
Can a man and a woman remain friends without turning into lovers? Yes, said When Harry Met Sally... Maybe, Says Koi Aap Sa, producer Ekta Kapoor's heartwarming thought inconsistent homage to the cinema of Karan Johar.
Sure enough, Koi Aap Sa has bits of Kal Ho Na Ho(specially in Himesh Reshammiya's music score), bits of Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham(the protagonist weeps copiously into his popcorn while watching K3G) and loads and loads of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.
In fact Koi Aap Sa, by far the most valid film Ekta Kapoor has produced, is a contemporized version of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai with Aftab, Natassha and Dipanita playing the man, the tomboy and the femme fatale on the kaleidoscopic kollege kampus.
While the ladies replicate Kajol and Rani's characters even in incidental details(Aftab pleads with Natassha not to abandon college, a la Shah Rukh's famous train sequence with Kajol) the metrocentric male protagonist in Koi Aap Sa is quite a departure from the selfcentred cool dude Khan played.
Aftab's Rohan is cool but committed, sporty but sensitive, precocious but poetic. He flirts with the campus siren Dipanita Sharma but stands steadfast by his best friend Natassha when she's raped and impregnated.
This bit of gruesome plot construction serves a dual purpose. It gives the film an edge of social relevance (unwed mothehood in a stress-free campus romance is quite something) and it gives our hero a chance to play several deeply sensitive shades of manhood.
Hats off to Aftab Shivdasani for playing a man of today with both a feminine and masculine sides to his character, with such effortless charm. Partly naïve and partly a man-of-the-world Aftab's Rohit is a consummate hero emobodying the best aspects of the romantic comedy. The actor has overcome his earlier gawkiness to communicate an endearing spectrum of urban emotions related to love friendship and commitment.
It's a polished performance, more so than portions of the narrative which tends to veer into screechy selfparody. The sweaty pub dances and football games seem to be vandalized from a zillion Hollywood blues-chasers, and the supporting cast of friends foes and relatives are straight out of Ekta Kapoor's trillion soaps.
But the film has a surface and slight charm of its own. It manoeuvres its way through a plethora of cute situations. Cleverly packaged and edited to accentuate the sweaty curves in the jukebox triangle , the film leaves you with a smile for projecting an aura of positivity and for venturing into a young theme without getting callow shallow and crude.