Harman excels in futuristic fantasyland of 'Love Story 2050'
            
           Ratings: **
            A star has most certainly been born. There are no two ways about it. 
            After watching Harman Baweja sing, dance, emote and entertain in this 
            Adlab presentation for a full three hours, one wonders if there is 
            anything that this Baweja boy from Bollywood can't do.
            Yes, maybe there is something Harman can't do. He can't make us forget 
            for even a minute that he knows every component of the camera although 
            he has never acted before. The confidence level stops just short of 
            being cocky and overdone. He is never short of a positive and productive 
            attitude.
          It is clear that producer-director Harry Baweja has made "Love 
            Story 2050" as a showcase for his son's aptitudes. To that extent, 
            the film works wonderfully, creating repeated opportunities for the 
            debutant to shine.
          The script - sprawling across two time phases and three hours of 
            playing time - is a simple love story of two very good looking people 
            coming together in the svelte, sweltering, simmering climes of Sydney, 
            moving apart and then going into a futuristic mode without alienating 
            themselves from the romantic genre that this uniquely-designed film 
            inhabits.
          Harry Baweja happily avoids the pitfalls of pedestrianism even when 
            the boy-meets-girl plot gets into a trite and repeatedly-tested mode.
          The protagonists share a precious, fragile and tender chemistry. 
            A butterfly perches itself on the girl's trembling hands and manoeuvres 
            her heart into places where there're no tell-tale signs. The butterfly 
            becomes a likeable leitmotif in the plot. The courtship and romance 
            is done in shades and words that leave us smiling. The initial scenes 
            are actually far more interesting than they appear.
          The boy tells the girl to do something that she has never done before. 
            How about shop-lifting? He suggests. She suggests he recite some poetry 
            for her. Javed Akhtar does the rest.
          By the time Harman and Priyanka sing their first two duets (Anu Malik 
            at his soft and tender best) we're convinced that they care deeply 
            for each other. It's in their eyes. No kisses and cuddles needed. 
            Only cuddly robots. For the first time in a Hindi film, two robots 
            serving as the protagonists' companions are given prominent places 
            in the plot. And they aren't just props. They are entities with a 
            mind and personality of their own.
          The entire courtship game stretching into two time zones is played 
            out with an endearing innocence, and a focus and finesse that re-define 
            the boy-girl formula in a language that's sassy and trendy without 
            ever lumbering into the lurid.
          Towards the second half, when Harman flies into a futuristic Mumbai 
            to retrieve lost love, the flying cars, the humane robots and the 
            psychedelic dance numbers tend to overpower the basic romantic structure 
            of the plot.
          Harry Baweja could have avoided the extravagant excesses in the sky. 
            How long can you watch flying cars and talking robots? After a while 
            you restlessly begin to search for that romantic core which, blessedly, 
            is never too far away from the narrative's range of interests.
          The second half, when a zany scientist (Boman Irani in a weird wig 
            and silly smirk) transports the lovers and the audience into the future, 
            has been done with an élan and flamboyance that leave us enthralled.
          Vijay Arora's camera work is extraordinarily rich in colours and 
            style. The same goes for Priyanka's sartorial grace. Her two roles 
            are brilliantly defined by the clothes. Fortunately, Priyanka goes 
            deeper in search of her characters' core. The repressed poetic persona 
            in the first half and the brassy red-haired rock star in the second-half 
            are two different entities.
          But make no mistake. "Love Story 2050" belongs to debutant 
            Harman from first frame to the last. And all his co-stars know it. 
            They all sort of move back to let the Baweja boy take centrestage.
          Harman demonstrates an endearing all-purpose showmanship. He dances 
            like a dream and gets gooey-eyed and sentimental in love scenes as 
            though Romeo had just fallen off the balcony while serenading Juliet, 
            bruising more than just his heart. This newcomer is to the camera 
            born.
          Wisely, the narrative restricts itself to the 'love' part of the 
            love story, creating pockets of asexual passion (not even a peck between 
            the actors) without making cuteness a fetish and a fad.
          A whole lot of visible and intangible effort has gone into building 
            this colour-consumed atmospheric world of sights sounds and melodies 
            that represent the harmony of the spheres in optical splendour.
          Finally though, the effort doesn't overpower the heart content and 
            intent of the plot. This is actually a far better film than its genre 
            and lavish budget would suggest.
          Avoiding the vulgarity of overstatement but focusing on Harman and 
            Priyanka to the point of making other characters appear largely redundant, 
            "Love Story 2050" offers a world where dreams and fantasies 
            have a properly-designated place. We aren't in it just for the pleasure-ride