Movie: Yeh Dil Aap Ka Hua

Actors: Saleem Sheikh, Momy, Sana
Director: Javed Shiekh, Producer:

I still can’t believe it. That we actually went out and saw Yeh Dil Aap Ka Hua, Javed Shiekh’s, magnum opus, and tht too escorted by our mothers.
And not for an instance did we regret having them tag along, despite jokingly urging them to get down at the Quaid`s Masoleum for a Fateha. Well, to be truthful, there was a brief instance of slight embarassment but what is a desi flick without bharti ka humour.
The story was nonsensical to say the least, the actor`s effort worth being thrown out of the window, bag baggage and the end was so stupid you felt like tearing the protagonists to pieces for their apathy. But then again, the movie had been a hit, decent and the only chance we could afford to see a movie in the cinema.
It starts this way, two best friends, Falak and Chand (sets the tone for three hour cheesyness), of whom the latter, played by Saleem Sheikh was definitely better but for stupid box office demands, Momy played the hero. And why do we say that when in actuality all he did was carry out a shoddy copy of Salman Khan from across the border. And the elder, director Sheikh would drag me to the court if I say, and rightly so, that the better of his directoral stints in the songs were rip offs form across the border as well. But they were so, with Indian singers lending their vocals in the songs, hence their auditory value enjoyable.
Chand wins a bull fight, looking staggeringly handsome in his garb and his best friend Falak wheedles a trip to Switzerland from him by way of a celebratory treat. They are tagged along by the irritating sister of Chand, Pinky, played by the highly irritating in real life as well, Veena Malik. And could you believe the reason for her going on the trip? Well the best friends who have a Ferrari each, had to rely on a sister to cook their food for them while on tour, staying in a five star hotel!
Here Falak`s windscreen is draped momentarily by the windswept dupatta of a pajama clad lady, Sana, and it seems that the lady walks off with Falak`s heart as well as her dupatta with her.
The next few minutes are devoted to a futile search for the winsome lady, all tour forgotten. Tracing her to a hotel room, there comes an uncalled for scene where Falak, in his feeble attempts to get into the adjoining room to the one occupied by his `love`, cons an Arab sheikh to move into a suite, by dressing up as a woman!!Euchhh, I never knew the Arab tastes were that bad in women, neither did I know that they were so awful looking,, for this alone Javed Sheikh ought to be sued by the Arab populace.
A terrible scene follows(in terms of acting) where the hero babbles on and on without the picturesque lady dabbling with paint bothering with her answer. And then she returns to Karachi. She was apparently in the country to collect an International painting award. (And if you notice the painting she was working on in her hotel room`s balcony, you`d feel like jumping off the balcony, with the horrendous play of colours on the canvas!)
And so, the hero who was henceforth so reluctant to go to Pakistan because the place was `hot` and there were so many `load sheddings` follows and lands in Karachi.
Now Falak`s elder brother is played by the director himself, who has recently acquired a bank and the enmity of a Pakistani tycoon, played by Babar Ali, by far the best among the acting ensemble. And the globe trotting elder brother can`t afford a generator to take care of his sibling`s `loadshedding` night mares!
Anyways, it turns out that the elusive lady happens to be the sister of Zargul, yes that is Babar Ali.
Till here the only dialogues Sana has is asking two people if they have seen her purse.
Then comes the inevitable wedding scene where the two meet, Sana sings and dances to her heart`s desire, `Dil ko dildar mila...` This is after our hero learns that the lady is named Sitara. And he replies, ' Aap ka naam Sitara hi hone chahiye tha...Kyonke mera naam Falak hai!' For tis sample of verbosity, no comments!
Once the elder is apprised of the youbg ones purpose of visit a visit to the Star abode is but necessary, for the Rishta seeking, only that they meet Zargul there, are turned out of the house in disgrace and the whole love edifice is razed to the ground.
This is followed by the only good, well acted scene/dialog in the whole movie. As the Javed Sheikh takes the propreital documants to the conflict causing bank to Zargul, in hopes of winning his sister`s hand for his brother, Zargul the devilishly good looking villian (now we know) flicks a cigarette into his mouth in the most laid back, insulting manner, asking 'Yeh tum donon bhaiyon ney koi degree to nahin le rakhi logon ko zaleel karne main?'. Ah but the best man in the movie is rendered lifeless in the end.
At the same time Zargul decides that it is time his sister is wed off to her childhood bethroted, and who do you think that turns out to be? Well none other than Chand, who, at the instance of seeing the lady`s highly posed pictures, falls head over heels for her.
Seeing that their union is not possible in the land of the pure, the couple try to elope back to Spain. At the airport Falak the forever idiot discovers that he has left his passport at home, so he leaves Sitara to fly off alone while his plans of escape are thwarted by the spoilsport Zargul who, aided by the Pakistani police, gets the hell beaten out of the young lover. But since hell was beaten out and not love, Falak is helped to escape by the SHO, played by the erstwhile Pakistani villian, Shafqat Cheema, who has a change of heart after he is given a blank check by Zargul to kill Falak in a police encounter.
And so he lands in Spain as well, here after a song repitition, Chand is thunderstruck when he finds that his beloved fiancee` has run away and come to Spain with his best friend.
Every thing is fair in love and war and so for love, Chand turns to war, leads in Zargul to his sister, the ultimate act of betrayal, all because he wants to wed the Sitara.
After yet more painful moments of shoddy acting, and a plumetting fight scene where Falak beats Chand to a pulp in order to have him relinquish his claims to the Sitara, the couple are on the run again, and then they meet a gun toting Zargul blocking their way. In my humble opinion, this would never have arisen had they chosen to stay in the stone paved alleys of Marseilles instead of coming on the main raod, but then again , I wasn`t directing, so...
The end? You want me to spoil the fun? OK, just when Zargul is about to fire, there is a gun blast and Zargul falls, turn back to face the Chand, all blood covered after the pulp session. He has shot the errant big brother. There. And instead of running off to her dying brother, Sitara, the ungrateful leading lady stays back to share the ending honors with the two best frinds turned for turned best friends again, on the following lines 'Chand ko garhan lag bhi jaye to rehta woh Falk per hi hai!'
There`s the story before you in all its foolish glory, the acting, as said before, is best left undiscussed, there wasn`t any of it in the movie anyway, as all who were capable of delivering a respectable performance had hteir roles cut down. Sana, the heroine, had a total of five minutes of dialogue!! All she was required to do was look pretty, which she did, lip synch and sway to some songs and that was it.
The movie in its entirety, belonged to Momy Ran and he fondly over-acted, copy-catted as many Indian heroes as he could recall fleetingly. with terrible results.
After all this why bother for such a review? Well, the movie, WAS decent. It was in fact family outing thing, everyone could have a laugh at the directorial liberties with sanity. After seeing clips of some other Pakistani movies, that is all I have to say, Yeh Dil Aap Ka Hua is undoubtedly the cream of the crop in contemporary Pakistani cine scene, where vulgarity and utter violence have of late become the sole base of any silver screen offering.
If ever you get a chance, don`t miss out on the chance to watch it. Me? Yes, I too am thinking of viewing it again, in case I have missed out on some other inanity!