Sunny Sanskari ki Tulsi Tumhari – Kuch bhi hai Baanke Bihaari!! PK Verdict: Tin⭐️⭐️

Sunny Sanskari ki Tulsi Tumhari – Kuch bhi hai Baanke Bihaari!!

Watching Sunny Sanskari Ki Tulsi Tumhari feels like being served a dish made of leftovers reheated one too many times—familiar, stale, and eventually unappetizing. Right from the title itself, you know you’re in for something that screams kuch bhi hai, it literaaly turned out Kuch bhi and the film never manages to rise above that.

Shashank Khaitan, in his desperate attempt to keep the Dharma engine running, seems to be more focused on pleasing Karan Johar than actually offering anything fresh or meaningful. Honestly, no problem with wanting him to bring on screen as a host for a wedding, but why not channel that energy into crafting something worthwhile? At least Aryan Khan, in The B*****s of Bollywood*, tried something different. Here, however, it’s the same recycled fare packaged with loud colors and predictable drama. While Karan nailed it in the Netflix series here is just a bad prop.

The déjà vu doesn’t stop there. It feels like we just watched Janhvi Kapoor in another Param Sundari outing doing exactly what she does here—playing the same archetype with little variation. Not even a month has passed, and we’re served a reheated performance that does nothing for her filmography. Honestly, compared to this, “Param Sundari” was way better.

Rohit Saraf and Sanya Malhotra fare no better. Saraf looks entirely miscast, while Sanya—usually a powerhouse performer—has her wings clipped by a script that gives her no scope. Dharma reduces her to a caricature, running around trees and smiling through shallow writing. She still tries, because she’s naturally a strong actor, but even her craft cannot rescue the role from the dullness of its conception.

The music, too, is a mixed bag. “Bijuria” has some spark, a catchy enough number that briefly perks up the film, but the rest of the soundtrack floats by unmemorably. Like the movie itself, the songs appear, vanish, and leave no trace—hardly the kind of music one expects from a Dharma production.

If the leads weren’t already struggling, the supporting cast of Sunny Sanskari Ki Tulsi Tumhari drags things down further. The parents, who are supposed to bring emotional weight or at least some narrative depth, instead feel like placeholders—appearing whimsical, unmemorable, and existing purely because the script demanded “parents” be written into the draft. They add absolutely no gravitas, no nuance, no emotional pull. It’s as if they were told, “Bas khade ho jao beta ke peeche, smile karo, aur ho gaya acting.” Forgettable doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Then there’s Maniesh Paul. Poor guy—once again wasted. Cast here as an “event manager,” his role is so random and ill-conceived that you wonder if even he knew what he was supposed to be doing.  We get random “days” thrown in like wedding planning, someone designing a school annual function—Holi Day(just a different name here), Safari Day, who-knows-what Day—all crammed in without rhyme or reason. Who, in real life, celebrates this many theme days in five days flat? It’s less cinema and more like an overbudgeted college fest gone wrong.

Varun Dhawan, an actor with natural comic timing, could have worked wonders if given the right material — but here, the weak writing holds him back.. Unfortunately, he’s stuck in an endless loop of his own earlier avatars, almost as though the writers refuse to imagine him differently. His character here is weighed down by clumsy rhyming dialogues and flat humor. There’s even a gag about him being gifted a book on “How to Write Better Poems”—frankly, Dharma could use a book on “How to Write Better Scripts.” Instead, they serve the audience kuch bhi baanke Bihari cinema, mistaking loudness for entertainment.

The climax is the final nail in the coffin. Or should I say, climaxes—yes, the film drags itself from one ending into another. It’s as if the makers couldn’t decide how to wrap things up, so they just kept going…and going. Ironically, the endless climax feels like it’s running on a Durex tagline, but the only thing that gets stretched here is the audience’s patience.

By the time credits roll, the film has penetrated not the heart but the depths of sheer boredom.

PK Verdict: Tin⭐️⭐️