Luv Ka The End Movie Reviews

Gone are the days when betrayed or rejected in love, the naive, dainty & timid woman would be morose and shed tears for her darling for rest of the life. However not any more as today youth is much different. They are very spontaneous, have fragile egos and emotions, are highly impulsive, aggressive want everything at the spur of the moment, etc. Today's woman is no longer an abla naari she knows what she wants from life and wouldn't mind

On the whole, LUV KA THE END appeals to the sensibilities of Gen X. This one’s for the yuppie Facebook and Twitter generation. Go, have a blast!

So all the girls out there buckle up for one crazy night and don’t miss this chic-flick.

Like it is with all films that revolve around a college campus, we should just surrender to a pool of cliches with this one too. Rhea (Shraddha Kapoor) is your quintessential cutie, who's on the verge of turning 18, and has extravagant plans for the D-day. She's dating college hottie Luv (Taaha Shah). He's an archetype of a college heartthrob, equipped with an awkward accent and a couple of chamchas as he belongs to a Billionaire Boys Club.

A cliche gets a fresh new coat of paint in this yarn about hell having no fury like a teenybopper being two-timed. Rhea (Kapoor) has it all; friends for life, the coolest parents, endearing girl-next-door looks, a TV ad under her belt and the college's most popular guy, Luv (Shah) as her boyfriend. The story begins on the eve of her 18th birthday. Her Luv wants her to lose her virginity to him, four months after being together. A little cajoling

It makes for an engaging, fun, and an enthusiastic outing. Easily forgettable, momentarily enjoyable, youthfully relevant, relishing such cinema once in a while is not a crime after all.

Peppy and conversational dialogue, relatable instances and a lot of madness make LKTE an enjoyable chick flick. Mostly appealing to the college going crowd, LKTE might just be downright unbearable for the others. We recommend this one if you’re in the mood for a mindless watch.

Luv Ka The End’s got attitude. Loads of it. The kind Gen-Yo ‘likes’ and ‘follows’. The kind which tastes yum with cheese nachos and caramel popcorn. The kind which is ‘lite’ and ‘fatfree’ enough to fly on BBM and Skype. The faces are new, the story is an excuse and there’s no item girl but Luv Ka The End’s Yo-panti is the code that KJo and Yash Raj Films themselves have been trying to crack for some time. It needed the MTV guys

This one is romance in reverse. And that's the only novelty the film can boast about. While most Bollywood love stories reach a fruition, Love Ka The End works feverishly -- and foolishly -- towards love's decimation. It was an original idea which could have taken a fresh look at the spunky new generation that is thronging the big cities and small towns of progressing India. It's a sassy, smart, aggressive generation that won't take shit from anyone

This film is not about young love at 18 as would be standard in a Bollywood film. Instead, the plot follows what happens when the perfect guy ends up to be a dog and what the perfect girl does when love goes wrong.

There’s a reason why so many kids enjoy watching those American teen comedies. It has a certain aspiration value, or a ‘fantasy value’ if you like. Who wouldn’t want their lives to be straight out of an American Pie movie? 'Luv Ka The End', produced under the new youth movies banner of Yash Raj Films, is modeled closely after those popular American teen flicks, but it doesn’t have the inherent coolness that makes it as much fun. Aside from a few cosmetic changes

Yash Raj's first attempt at making a self-proclaimed full-blown anti romantic-comedy seems more of a half-hearted attempt at taking the route less-traveled by the banner. The idea seems inspired but the execution isn't much exciting. Rhea (Shraddha Kapoor), defined as a sweet simple college virgin in the film, is in love with the filthy-rich Luv Nanda (Taaha Shah). But Luv is not only cheating on Rhea but also involved in a cyber race of uploading

How seriously can you take a film made by someone called Bumpy? Even if it is a solo-idea candy-coloured concoction stirred up for those that are strictly eighteen years old, or getting there? ‘Luv Ka The End’ falls into the same trap of all these let’s-target-the-young-demographic movies : in their desperation for coolness, they forget to tell a real story. There’s, like, this guy. His name is Luv ( Shah). He’s, you know, awesome. Or, at any rate, he thinks he is

If this movie were true, yes. But it’s not. So, not to worry, “babes” (yup, I hate that word too). “Chill!” Just tag along with these bozos, watch them enter a gay bar, without any context, as tranny strippers go, “Tera jism jism. Tera badan badan. Yeh toh hai bus, Mutton mutton.” Luv it. Huh!

But there’s so little else in the film that it all flattens out in an alarming sit-com like fashion, as this very now film is reduced to using the creakiest comic devices from old-style Bollywood—itching powder, and laxatives.

Luv Ka The End is ostensibly made for the youth of this country by YRF’s new label Y-Films that has been launched, and I’m quoting from the press release here, ‘to create a brand of cinema that will capture the hearts and imaginations of this elusive bunch and rock their world.’ I walked out of the movie depressed. If this is really what the youth wants, we should be afraid, very afraid. The film is about Rhea, played by Shraddha Kapoor

Luv Ka the End is uncomfortably icky, tediously wannabe and depressingly homophobic. So characters determinedly use youthful lingo like babes, chill, BFF and of course, aren’t afraid of four letter words. Everybody is styled casual cool and we even have a new age mom giving lines like: I know love is hard baby.

Luv Ka The End review by Komal Nahta. Business rating: 1/5 star. What’s Good: Dialogues; songs & acting. What’...

This one is romance in reverse. And that’s the only novelty the film can boast about. While most Bollywood love stories reach a fruition, Love Ka The End works feverishly — and foolishly — towards love’s decimation.