I loved the first one. In some respects, and contrary to my previous beliefs, this one might be even better. The old farts are of superbly acted by a cast of amazing actors. The young entrepreneur is as goofy and loveable as always – cute story, nice Indian settings, a little dancing, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, he still has those goofy large ears, but he actually gets to marry Sunina who is a jewel in the rough as the expression might go. I couldn’t help but imagine the two of them making love on their wedding night.
It’s those kinds of juxtapositions that have managed to ruin my youthful expectations. I mean if back in the 70’s, Jack Lemmon could get Shirley MacLaine to fall in love in him, Peter Sellers could marry Sophia Loren and Giancarlo Giannini could have sex with the most desirable Italian stars, then so could I. Unfortunately, I’m still waiting for that Goddess.
All that aside, I didn’t do that bad, I’m not a virgin, I’m not celibate, I love my wife and the movie was a lot of fun.