And guess what? They end up breaking their marriages and biting into cold TV dinners by themselves.
The duo befriend each other to play marriage counsellor to each other, discussing books and techniques on ‘how to save your shaadi and stay happy forever’. So, on the one hand you have a weak foundation to the extra-marital affair between Shah Rukh and Rani, and on the other, you have a weird reason that brings them together. Is that asking for too much from a roz-roz-morose Miss? All that hubby Abhishek demands from her is a bit of passion in bed, some rock-and-roll in dad’s (Amitabh) rocking party and a bit of bonhomie in their day-to-day life. Unconvincing again are the reasons behind Rani’s drift.
But is that reason enough to fall in love with a wannabe bride (Rani) he meets on a bench one New Yorky afternoon as she ruminates on this whole marriage business and the grand mohabbat myths? And is that reason enough to pout permanently in the film as he goes through the entire gamut of incompatibility, infidelity, separation and reunion, barking down on anybody who happens to cross his path. Okay, we know that Shah Rukh’s angry because he's got a perpetual limp, he can’t play football, his wife’s (Preity Zinta) more successful than him and someone’s told him his pout looks sexy. Primarily because it doesn’t know why Rani relentlessly sobs and Shah Rukh goes gruff-gruff and all those designer marriages suck. But this time round, the rona-dhona becomes somebody else's business, the jolly good fella bits seem to be in short supply and the aam janata ends up feeling gypped. Naturally, we the aam janata couldn’t bear the agony of these bravehearts and broke down copiously, while the box office jingled. It was the viewer who'd do all the crying, sighing and tear jerking 'coz Shah Rukh chose to laugh while he died, Hrithik sashayed to bring his broken family together and Kajol played basketball to drive her dilemma - Salman or Shah Rukh - away. In all his earlier ventures, the characters would hardly need the tissues despite the heartbreak, heartache, heartburn. For unlike his earlier successful celluloid soap operas, the audience doesn’t get to shed any real tears even though the protagonists keep crying. No, this time, Karan Johar seems to have got the formula somewhat skewed.
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