Oh no. The combination of a dull as ditchwater romantic comedy and a teenage girl, two rows behind me, talking incessantly on her mobile phone, was not a good combination.
The problem with Shakun Batra's film is that one of its base points surrounds a hero who is dull.
Yes, Imran Khan's Rahul is meant to have been emotionally stunted because of his stiff upbringing.
Consequently, it takes him an inordinate amount of time to warm up.
This is with the exception of a five-minute session in which he is portrayed as getting drunk after losing his job and consequently marrying Kareena Kapoor in a Las Vegas chapel of love.
Quite frankly, it would cure anyone of a hangover if they woke up and found they had married Kareena....she's so preeeeety.
If all of this sounds familiar, well it is. Apparently, producer Karan Johar has denied that this is a remake of the ghastly What Happens In Vegas. The reality is that the first hour is virtually the same awful movie.
Ok, it is true that Kapoor adds a bit of zest to an otherwise limp movie by playing a carefree lass who is the complete opposite to Rahul.
But actually, the only real laughs come in the second half of the film when the couple go back to India and he meets her hilarious family.
Nevertheless, the laughter interlude is shortlived and the movie drips away into nothingness.
In addition, the songs didn't stick in my head for more than a minute.
In saying that, the dance number is worth commenting on because, at the start, Rahul says that he can't dance but by the end he is shaking his hips John Travolta-style.
I ought to point out when awkward blokes say they can't dance, they mean it. I know, I am that man.
And, I'm afraid I've nothing more to say. I eventually moved seats to get away from my teenage mobile phone-addicted tormentor but still Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu failed to float my boat.
Laughs: two decent ones but nothing beyond them.
Jumps: none
Vomit: none
Nudity: none
Overall rating: 4/10
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