Do Lafzon Ki Kahani: A boring love story

Banalities abound in this pedestrian tale of a street fighter and his love for a blind girl

Director: Deepak Tijori

Starring: Randeep Hooda, Kajal Agarwal

Run time: 128 mins

Randeep Hooda is getting into the habit of trying to stretch himself to the utmost limit as an actor. Unfortunately, in films that don’t quite deserve it. No wonder the effort shows and how. After getting emaciated in

Sarbjit , Hooda breaks his lovely nose and disfigures his pretty face in

Do Lafzon Ki Kahani . But, instead of gushing over his performance – you end up wondering why should he be trying so hard?

In the second South Korean remake of the week, this one based on a 2011 film Always , you have Hooda play the brooding street fighter Sooraj, who is perennially bashing and getting bashed, giving and receiving blows, breaking bones, gushing blood. All of it, far from India, in Kuala Lumper. There he bumps into a sightless Jenny (Kajal Agarwal) who in the time-honoured tradition of blind girls in Hindi films has huge, round, beautiful, unblemished eyes. Much like Kajol in Fanaa or Rameshwari in Sunayana . She has a father who looks Malay and a mother we see in a haze and are unable to figure out the nationality. But Jenny is quite a sanskari girl, obsessed with “desis” to the extent that she “watches” Indian TV serials and mopes along fetchingly.

So they fall in love. As they were always meant to. Though all along you wonder what he found likeable in the utterly self-righteous, virtuous and boring woman. Soon enough he realises that their destinies had always been curiously entwined and he gets back to the arena (that he had to give up on after a major betrayal) to be able to pay for her corneal transplant. Ten days is all Jenny has to recover her eyesight or else it will be lost forever, warns the doctor, mouthing the familiar, filmi, medical mumbo jumbo.

There are a string of other inconsequential characters strewn all over the utterly disjointed, unformed and yawn-inducing narrative. Looking back I am wondering who of those would I give the worst performance award to — the loud fight club boss Anil George (who was so good in Miss Lovely and Mardani ), the pony-tailed guy who appears at the fag end of the film and who Hooda mistakes for Agarwal’s suitor or the Chinese villain who hams brilliantly to put any Indian actor to shame. In the process he also ends up being more a comedian than a menacing rapist that he was meant to be.

Do Lafzon Ki Kahani is way too pedestrian. The mushy tagline doesn’t help either: “Love never hurts… Love heals”. I would have added “Love bores to tears” to that.