Main character is a slug

Invertebrate, spineless. There is "undecided" and "unresolved", I get that, and then there's Raghu, which coincidentally is (almost) the phonetic French word for "stew"...

I mean, seriously: Here are two strong, confident and sensitive women (read: believable characters, ones you can actually relate to), and then you have that cringy jelly bean of a guy who utterly lacks balls (he can't own up to his volition nor acknowledge his desires) or guts (he only jumps in once he's had the girl almost begging him to) and can't even answer properly to basic questions about his actions and feelings. Most of the time, I felt like watching an ass spinning on itself, trying to bite his tail... or fleeing to the bathroom (of all places one could retreat to reflect on tortuous emotions!) whenever reality knocks at his door.

I know it's meant to be a comedy, but it just kills it for me when the main character is such an obviously clueless brat. I get what the creators of this movie wanted to do; I understand what they intended to portray: the desire for a genuine connection, the doubts potential mates for life might experience, the indecisiveness of youth in matters of the heart, etc. Yet despite all this Raghu comes off as a mere caricature of a man, something like a giant child-like ape, and that turned me off big time, for the attractions/relationships ended seeming like mere lies forced upon the viewers.

On top of that, this inadequate portrayal is counter-productive in that it is inconsistent with the ideas put forth by the filmmakers, that getting married is serious business, and that a relationship worthy of that name needs to be built on trust and truth. Who in their right mind--and both Gayatri and Tara have no loose screw--would want that fickle, self-contradicting, self-ignorant (everybody tells him what to think and what to do) adolescent for a husband?

All three young actors did well--except Parineeti Chopra, who as always rather excels on screen--and my "complaint" has nothing to do with their performance. It's all about script and direction. Bollywood romcoms are notorious for stretching the audience's "willing suspension of disbelief" (Coleridge's definition of fiction), and I felt that with SDR the elastic just snapped right in my face.