My favorite Indian movie are Tum Bin and Muskaan

On the surface, there is much going for Tum Bin.... The visuals are stunning, the locales bewitching and the performances generally competent. What's more, director Anubhav Sinha manages to keep the narrative on a tight leash, especially in the first half, and there's Jagjit Singh at his most soulful on the soundtrack. Why, then, does the film look — and taste — like a cake that is less cake and more icing? That's precisely whatTum Bin... is: a film that is completely bereft of vitality, a film that delivers much less than it promises.  This is essentially picture postcard cinema that serves up a gruel dominated by worn-out clichés drawn from television soaps and the prettified shallowness of music videos. The somnolent storyline is low on sinews, and the delineation of the characters lacks psychological depth. The story goes something like this: Amar Shah (Rakesh Bapat), a successful Calgary businessman is in Mumbai for a day to pick up a wedding saree for his fiancée back in Canada, Pia (Sandali Sinha). He meets business consultant Shekhar Malhotra (Priyanshu Chatterjee) at a party and befriends him. Later that night, the airport-bound Amar, is run over by Shekhar's speeding car. End of lover boy number one.A guilt-ridden Shekhar flies to Calgary to make a clean breast of his culpability before Amar's family. Once there, the business whiz kid decides, instead, to help Pia turn around Amar's bankrupt firm. The two fall in love, but lover boy number two lets his feelings remain unexpressed for fear of being spurned. Then, a cherubic Richie Rich, lover boy number three Abhigyan (Himanshu Malik), walks into the picture, falls at first sight for Pia and, like Shekhar, is unable to bring himself to propose to her until it is too late.  And as the climax draws nigh, all the clichés tumble forth in a hurry: a cop arrives all the way from Mumbai to arrest Shekhar, the latter finally lets Pia know that he actually loves her and then promptly meets with an accident and ends up in an ICU, Amar's father (Vikram Gokhale) who'd been struck dumb by the untimely death of his son suddenly gets his voice back and… does it really matter anymore where the merry-go- round eventually stops? Tum Bin suffers the most on account of the way the heroine's character is skimmed over. She's a businesswoman supposedly bred entirely in Calgary, but she addresses Shekhar as "Mr Shekhar", in keeping with Bollywood's worst pidgin traditions, wears salwar-kameez suits that Karol Bagh hausfraus wouldn't touch and insists on looking like a babe in the woods. To make matters worse, Sandali Sinha, though she does try gamely, simply doesn't have the personality or the presence to breathe a sense of purpose into the poorly etched character. Rakesh Bapat vanishes from the scene before you can utter his name, but Priyanshu and Himanshu do an admirable job of acting lovelorn. In a film like Tum Bin..., that's half the battle won. Unfortunately for the duo, the tepid script robs them of the opportunity to fight the rest of the battle.