kabir s!ngh movie ki -ve reviews icharu Rating:1.5 Stars (out of 5)

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When Kabir meets her for the first time, the power differential between them is uncomfortably obvious – a senior boy, scary, aggressive, masculine; a junior girl, scared, quiet, hesitant – and, without any context, kisses her on cheek in front of everyone. The film thinks it’s a romantic moment; it cuts to a song.

Kabir never asks Preeti, always orders. Orders her to sit on the front bench with a stocky classmate because “healthy chicks are like teddy bears: warm and cuddly.” Orders her to leave the class with him, in front of everyone, where he’s come to teach, more than once – the film thinks it’s romantic; it cuts to a song. She’s hardly gotten a dialogue by then. Here’s the list of things she does, in fact, before getting a chance to speak: roam around Delhi with Kabir, move into his hostel, make out, have sex, eat pizza.

She gets her first proper line around 50 minutes into the movie. “What do you like in me?” She asks Kabir. Finally, you think, we’d get an answer or something – anything – that would make sense. “I like the way you breathe,” he says, with the confidence of a man drunk on feminist literature. I wanted to walk out.

Let me break down its next 124 minutes for you: misogyny, entitlement, violence, alcohol, drugs, “Woh meri bandi hai”; more misogyny, more entitlement, more violence, more alcohol, more drugs, more “Woh meri bandi hai”; even more misogyny, even more entitlement, even more violence… hang on: I think I need a glass of water. As you can see, there’s some movie in this misogyny. If Jab Harry Met Sejal were a dude, it’d have approached Kabir Singh and asked, “Bro, aise kaise?”

 

[NeneRajuNeneManthri]

Worth the same in Telugu too. I didn't like it.