Dreams was in the news for many reasons. For one, Bhuwan KC was directing his son Anmol KC in what seemed like a re-jig of the namesake character KC played in last year’s Jerry. Like in Jerry, a new starlet was also seen along with KC. Unlike Jerry, Bhuwan KC’s Dreams exists in a surfeit of borrowed one-liners, free-flowing wine, balloons and confetti–all highly manipulative devices used in excess to bring forward a romance that works only if you believe in the Cupid and, of course, the Santa Claus. You may ask what is wrong with that. People in love do actually go out on romantic dinners, gift chocolate and roses and belt out silly jokes that only the two people madly in love can understand. But to box all of this in excess in a feature-length movie with no regards to craft, whatsoever, is where Dreams collapses. In one scene, the camera lingers ever so slightly on a frame where one beautiful person is pouring wine for the other beautiful person and then cuts to a closeup of the deep red of the wine touching the sparkling glass only because it’s beautiful. And for every glass of wine poured on the countless evening out the lead (Anmol KC and Samragyee Rajya Laxmi Shah) takes, there is a borrowed one-liner taken straight from a Hallmark greeting card, that too spoken without any conviction. Its two-hour-plus run time is a smattering of scenes like these. Mildly amusing one-liners, bad analogies (‘girls are like chewing gum’ and ‘boys are like candles’) and contrived emotions are thrown together on top of a thin plot that ends before it actually begins.
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