The real star of this film is the Kashmir countryside - some of the scenes are absolutely breathtaking. It's difficult to see how the film crew, with their bulky sixties film cameras, even managed to get into some of these places.
You either love Shammi Kapoor or hate him. It's difficult to see in retrospect why he was India's first genuine rock'n'roll star - but then it's difficult to see why Tommy Steele was either. He does vaguely look like Elvis in a mannered third-rate Uzbek Elvis impressionist kind of way - and he does have some Bizarro Elvis type mannerisms. In this film, his costume designer should have been shot - just look at those incredibly plain ill-fitting jackets and trousers he wears, like a poorly-paid golf pro at a seaside club. And his acting......well, I suppose there he is much like Elvis.
Sharmila Tagore was beautiful and sweet and ideally suited to this role - she forms the centre of the plot really. It's not a great story - it's a typical Bollywood romantic tragedy from the early 60s - but it's barely a one-hankie job. Overall, it is worth watching for the nostalgia, for a glimpse into another time and place, for some of the songs - especially the one at the peasant feast with a bhangra beat - and for Sharmila in an early role.