Director Abhishek Kapoor has finally succeeded at something that no filmmaker has managed to so far: cast Aditya Roy Kapoor without alcohol. The only time when he drinks in the movie, he spews some delicious, delirious lines like, "Doodh mangoge, kheer denge…Kashmir mangoge, cheer denge." I understand it's a famous slogan, but this Mother Dairy of a line comes without any political context.

Shot beautifully, Fitoor does appeal to you. Anay Goswami's lens captures Kashmir beautifully. There are shikaras, snow-clad mountains, wooden houses and, of course, chinar leaves that have a special talent of turning everything mediocre into OhhhMyyyGoooodddThat'sSooooBeauuuutiifulll. Remember the last time when chinar leaves fluttered around a sweater-wearing, violin-playing SRK, we witnessed a grumpy, bearded Amitabh Bachchan, the prettiest Hindi movie ghost in Aishwarya and the debut of Uday Chopra's abs.

Fitoor is about Noor (Aditya-I-am-not-drinking-in-this-film-Roy-Kapoor) who loves a porcelain vase called Firdaus (Katrina-now-available-in-expensive-red-hair-Kaif). But matriarch of a mamma Begum Hazrat (Tabu) ain't very happy with this relationship. After all, shaadis should happen in the same class and jazz. Mamma sends the vase of a daughter to London because hey, that's the only way to justify Katrina's accent. 

Now this is your full on masala Bollywood plot that partly works, mostly not.