Tu Meri Main Tera Main Tera Tu Meri Review: The story begins with a classic, albeit grating, “meet-cute”: Rehan (Kartik Aaryan) and Rumi (Ananya Panday) cross paths at an airport bookshop, where he immediately irritates her with sexist “jokes” and snide swipes at feminism. Naturally, the two end up on the same yacht in Croatia, where the friction supposedly turns into fire. The conflict arises when Rumi refuses to marry Rehan, citing her responsibility toward her father once her sister marries. The film then drags us through the tired “will-they-won’t-they” trope.
Tu Meri Main Tera Main Tera Tu Meri Cast: Kartik Aaryan, Ananya Panday, Neena Gupta, Jackie Shroff
Director: Sameer Vidwans
Rating: 1 Star
For those of us who grew up as 90s kids, cinema was defined by distinct archetypes. Actors didn’t just play characters; they possessed an inimitable aura. We had the “King of Romance” in Shah Rukh Khan, the “Dabangg” Salman Khan, the “Perfectionist” Aamir Khan, and the “Khiladi” Akshay Kumar. These titles weren’t just marketing; they were earned through a unique brand of charm that feels extinct today. In today’s time, this scarcity of stardom is glaring. So titles are self-proclaimed or forced upon the audience for these stars.
Director Sameer Vidwans attempts to craft a glossy, modern-day Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge. Unfortunately, we get a lead actor trying to clone himself into other people’s personalities. Kartik Aaryan spends the runtime attempting to morph into a hybrid of SRK and Ranbir Kapoor, and frankly, the imitation is a pale, ineffective shadow of the originals.
A rom-com lives or dies by its journey of falling in love. Here, the “seven stages of filmy love” (as described by Ananya Panday’s Rumi are nothing more than a meta-summary of the DDLJ script. It is disheartening to watch a legacy being butchered on screen, further insulted by the inclusion of iconic 90s tracks used to mask a lack of genuine substance.
The character of Ray (Rehan) is highly problematic. Ray constantly labels himself a “green flag,” yet his behaviour is a masterclass in mansplaining, manipulation, and gaslighting. While the film attempts to lean into the “Mumma’s boy” trope, which may be a modern reality, Ray’s total lack of agency is disturbing. Every romantic gesture and life decision is fed to him by his mother, and it looks like a metaphorical umbilical cord that was never severed. Even during the proposal scene, he remarks, “Will you marry me and my mom?” as if it is a commonplace remark! Ray isn’t a hero; he’s a puppet with no brain of his own and has no personality of his own.
Ananya Panday’s Rumi is no better. While she begins as an outspoken woman who stands her ground, the second half demands her total submission to Ray’s control. The writing for her is shockingly insensitive. When expressing her devotion to her father, she is given the line: “I won’t get married until my father dies.” It is a crude, clumsy way to handle a delicate sentiment that required far more nuance.
The film tries to position Ray as a 2025 version of “Raj” from DDLJ: the cook, the saviour, the protector. But where Raj genuinely changed to earn the trust of Simran’s family, Ray simply lies. He manufactures a “sanskari” facade to manipulate Rumi’s family. We are expected to root for a man whose entire foundation is built on deception, simply because the makers keep insisting he’s a “green flag”.
For a while, the film shifts into the Rocky Aur Rani Ki Prem Kahani zone. In a pivotal scene with parents that should have been hard-hitting, Ananya Panday tries to channel Alia Bhatt’s “Rani,” but it lands as cringeworthy rather than impactful. It seems the actors were told to imitate the performances of those who delivered iconic hits rather than find their own potential.
Karan Johar and Dharma Productions seem increasingly comfortable ruining their legacy. There is a fine line between nostalgia and destruction. You cannot claim to be a lover of Hindi cinema while consistently ruining classic songs and dialogues, especially for a bad story. While such an approach worked in RARKPK because the core story was strong, here it feels like a desperate attempt to cover up a total lack of personality in the script. The same happened in Sunny Sanskari Ki Tulsi Kumari this year. The young characters are written as fans of Hindi cinema. But if the observation was done rightly, people who love Bollywood never try to ruin the lines or songs. Also, the youth have more to their personalities than just mouthing Hindi movie dialogues and being filmy all the time.
Sameer Vidwans’s film attempts to address a progressive thought: the unfair expectation that a woman must abandon her family after marriage. It’s a noble theme, but it is utterly suffocating under two hours of chemistry-less romance and nonsensical conflict. If the goal was to celebrate Bollywood, they failed. You don’t honour a legacy by wrecking its best parts.
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