Bafflingly, blisteringly bad, Ginny Weds Sunny is an impressively incompetent disaster in every respect.
Almost every week I bless these hallowed pages with a few hundred words on the latest ill-advised cinematic export from the subcontinent, but even among Netflix’s questionable collection of such things, Ginny Weds Sunny stands out as a particularly amateurish and detestable example of the form. With Yami Gautam (Ginny) and Vikrant Massey (Sunny) as the leads and Puneet Khanna at the helm, this is a waste of time for everybody involved and a two-plus-hour torment for its audience.
Only rarely does this much sheer cringe and low-rent cheesy claptrap infiltrate an ostensibly serious movie. It’s impossible to make sense of on any level. The writing team of Sumit Arora and Navjot Gulati have a lot to answer for given this thing’s complete inability to understand tone, theme, or logical coherence, veering wildly from sappy to slapstick with no warning whatsoever, sometimes within a single scene. Sunny’s creepy pursuit of Ginny is played for laughs and charm in a contemporary culture that should have tired of outright stalking as a means of flirtation, and every beat is painfully extended by pointless shenanigans that after a while feel like a joke – albeit one nobody’s laughing at.
You could make a case that these are talented actors being wasted by Ginny Weds Sunny and its inscrutable “plot”, but it’d be hard to do so given that neither of the leads really commit to elevating the material. Very basic aspects of the production are left in an almost raw state, as though nobody had the time or inclination to do more than one take or consider how each scene led into the next. It’s hard to imagine how a film in this state might be fixed and harder still to imagine how such a mess was made of it in the first place. Abysmal song-and-dance deviations do nothing to take the edge off. This is an astoundingly bad bit of work.