As those of you who read my very irritated review last week know, I had promised that I would never watch an episode of this serial again… well guess what, I’m going back on my words, not because I have any hopes from the second episode, but because one of our visitors here at Drama Pakistani made a special request – this one’s for you Sabeen!
Ok, so the second episode just ended, and I’m angrier – and I hadn’t thought that possible after last week. If I hadn’t seen Bushra Ansari promoting this serial last week, and hadn’t read Mehreen Raheal mentioning this serial on her FB page, I would have been convinced that Geo dug this serial out of some cans and aired it as filler. What the heck is going on here? The story is from the 1970s – Mehreen belongs to a rich feudal family, and Mikaal is from a humble background and the awesomely annoying Fiza is a journalist’s daughter. I don’t need to use any grey matter at all to hazard a guess about the story – and this is what Bushra Ansari was calling an issue based story? Really? The only real issue I see here is how quickly the set-designer can be fired. Honestly, who has red and yellow walls, ochre/mustard couches, red painted beds, with primary colored bed-sheets, wall hangings with red background and abstract black and white prints – in a college dorm?? Did the set-designer think he/she was putting together a set for a newborn’s nursery?
If you can look beyond the ugly sets, and I’m being very kind here, then the actors’ get-ups will surely cause you to turn off your TV and call it a day. Mikaal, I don’t know where he bought these atrocious striped shirts from, but that store needs to be shut down. Mehreen, who I love for her sense of style, has shocked me here – what’s going on with the pearls? I get it now that you love wearing them, but yaar, who wears them to bed? Fiza, well, let’s just say that her purple outfit clashed so severely with the red walls that I couldn’t even focus on what she was saying, and given her nanhi bacchi act here, it was just as well. Mikaal’s friend also needs a new wardrobe asap, along with some kind advice that bhai its birth-day, not bur-day, or bud-day as he kept pronouncing it …
Adding insult to injury was the fact that sound quality was beyond bad, there was so much background noise that it was a pain to hear anything – thankfully nothing important was being said so I was spared straining my ears. To sum up, so far, no story, no real “issue,” just a bunch of heavy duty dialogues strung together, some very mediocre acting, Firdous Jamal at his melodramatic worst, a very stern Sakina Samon, a beyond bad Fiza, and some really dated music – hard to believe this is a drama based on music and musicians!
Sabeen, please send me a bottle of headache medicine as soon as you’re done reading this … never again!!
