Finding Preet

I thought it was a charming tale of what Priti's experiences were.

I can relate a bit to being forced to date men that were chosen by my family. I can also relate to not knowing where to go in my life and when it seems like it is falling apart.

I loved the grandmother, She is my favorite character in the movie. I do wish that she was more involved but I knew she was a key in the storyline. Wise women usually are.

I enjoyed watching the little snippets of when she was at work. I work in a physician's office and often wonder what goes on at the hospitals when they are on call.

I love movies. I'll hang in until the bitter end of mediocre movies, hoping, hoping, hoping that there will be a redeeming line or scene that will make the viewing worthwhile. That said, "Finding Preet" fell below my admittedly very low threshold of what I'll sit through. "Finding Preet" became the second movie I've ever turned off before the end (the first was "Bonfire of the Vanities.") What's wrong with this film? Let me count the ways: 1) The scriptwriting was forced, unnatural, and stilted. You had stock campy characters who never veered from stock, campy lines.

2) The acting was forced, unnatural, stilted; I'm not sure if any of these folks ever acted before or if they were plucked off the street, but they just didn't know how to read lines. Over and over again, there were missteps in timing, too-large gaps between lines and responses.

3) The plot was hackneyed - after 8 minutes, you could predict exactly what was going to happen in the rest of the movie.

4) Finally, the lead character, Priti, just never generated enough sympathy for me to give a flip what happened to her.

I've wracked my brain trying to think of something to compliment in this film, but can't come up with anything. This film works only as a demonstration of how to fly a movie right into the side of a mountain.

One truly cannot believe how awful the movie 'Finding Preet' is. From the opening to the end, dry, dull, lifeless characters make fun of Indian culture, stiffly recite their lines, and with clockwork precision nudge the dry story along. The plot is arguably one of the dullest to be filmed as of late; it seems to be made as a mechanism of self confidence; the star and writer is continuously complimented and praised for her thinness, always sought after in matters of love and work, while any normal person would edge away from her slowly if she acted like this in real life.. This movie is a waste of 95 minutes of your life, and it should be spent seeing something worthwhile.