Oh no! Not KANK again

Of course I have to talk about KANK. Absolutely. Among the millions that exist I have to add my two cents. Ok I won't make it long and boring like the movie. Now I am being ungenerous, it wasn't that boring. I just looked at my watch five times before the intermission. In spite of many positives, KANK didn't work for me. There was a heroic effort on the part of Karan Johar to explore unconventional emotional themes (unconventional by Bollywood standards) of unfound love, extra marital affairs and marrying your best friends instead of "your true love."
Unfortunately he diluted what could have been a deep story by using unheroic props of sleaze and tiresome humour. In the first scene, when Preity Zinta walks into the magazine office, the camera zooms to her butt. Gosh, I am not prudish, but if that's not a prop, what is? Since I am on the topic of Preity, I am so sorry for her that she was made to dress like that. Maybe her dresser should have watched "The Devil Wears Prada" to see how how fashion mag editors in New York dress. Pity he didn't. For he would have know that the style should have been one of quiet elegance.
And why New York? Couldn't understand that bit. That part seemed almost surreal to me. It seemed that these four characters were carrying on their lives a little above or below the city but were never a part of it.
Abhishek was great, the best in fact. There were some good dialogues. It was also refreshing to see grey characters. The characters I couldn't sympathise with at all were Shah Rukh and Rani. They were the most whiney, self indulgent people I've ever seen. For most part, it didnt work for me because of that.
Flaubert's "Madame Bovary" and Maugham's "Mrs Craddock" are novels that explore the theme of unfound love where the protagonists have extra marital affairs but in these stories one is given a deep insight into the motivations of the protagonists. I found that sorely lacking in KANK.