A review of ďTouch of PinkĒ by Jeanne Aufmuth


Stars: **

Rating: R for sexual content and language

Run Time: 1 hour, 32 minutes


Touch of Pink is a failed experiment that nonetheless has its moments.Most of them centered on Alim (Jimi Mistry), a hunky Pakistani photographer living in London with his equally attractive boyfriend Giles (Kristen Holden-Ried).

Life should be a bed of roses for Alim, but there are roadblocks in the way of his happiness.Most notably an active fantasy life involving make-believe friend and role model Cary Grant (Kyle MacLachlan), who passes judgment on Alimís every move, from wardrobe to career and love life.

Cultural complications rear their ugly head when Alimís mom Nuru (Suleka Mathew) arrives in London intent on finding her son a proper Muslim girlfriend.Hilarity ensues; ultimately Alim must choose between fantasy and reality.

Pink is a hit-and-miss affair that has its heart in the right place but treads a razor thin line between romantic and ridiculous. The fantasy elements, featuring MacLachlanís embarrassing parody of Cary Grant (undoubtedly rolling over in his grave), bog down the narrative flow. Mistry, Holden-Ried and Mathew believe in their project, lending the silly scripting and the plotís inevitable slap-stick slight credibility.