Shaadi Ke Side Effects: Short movie review

Mar 07 2014, 12:28 IST
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Shaadi Ke Side Effects, starring Farhan Akhtar and Vidya Balan, begins with a bang, pun completely intended. Shaadi Ke Side Effects, starring Farhan Akhtar and Vidya Balan, begins with a bang, pun completely intended.
SummaryShaadi Ke Side Effects, starring Farhan Akhtar and Vidya Balan, begins with a bang, pun completely intended.

Shaadi Ke Side Effects: Short movie review

What’s the next step, after pyaar? Shaadi, of course. The side effects of which, experienced warriors of holy matrimony know, can be serious: the lovers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other now find themselves grappling with more flesh they had bargained for — not only has she put on more weight, and he learnt to be diplomatic about it, they have a tiny bawling new life to take care of.

Has baby pooped? What colour and consistency? Burped? Fed?

Conversation ranges along these lines. Romance is down to how much diapers cost. And mind-blowing midnight sex? What’s that? The mantle of the harried married couple is worn by Farhan Akhtar and Vidya Balan, as we see them struggle with their shaadi and its fall-out. Shaadi Ke Side Effects begins with a bang, pun completely intended, and we are taken in by Sid and Trisha’s life, so close to what we may have lived through. Or are wading through, as double income-no-kids turns into single income-cranky wife-desperate husband-demanding baby. All she can think of is the offspring.

All he can think of, longingly, is the way it used to be — being a “boy” with the boys, swilling beer, lounging on couch with the telly blaring, cheering at the game. Till the halfway mark, Saket Chaudhary hits things right on the mark. Post-interval, the film is all over the place. Sid’s mentor (Kapoor) takes him down a dodgy path, which involves “me time” carved out of a bunch of white lies.

Out comes the tired homily: for a happy marriage, a few untruths are necessary. To stay consistent to this very guy thing, Sid is made to experiment with a change of image. The film, which was moseying along with sure-footed lightness, even if it was from an exclusionary male point of view, starts becoming forced.

Too square, declares the colourful-seeker-of-a-Manali-spliff (Das), who seems to have been bunged into the movie solely to talk up the bro code. What Sid needs is not his “family” car and stiff collared shirts but two-wheels and whacky Tees and wheelies. The bikes, and babes, who appear in the mandatory clubby number, and a too-chatty bai (Arun), who arrives to save Trisha from tedious housework, and a schmaltzy patch, make the film confused and contrived.

While the going is good, Shaadi is fun, and real, and has some

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