This movie brought to you by the tourist board of Amritsar.

 Chandigarh Amritsar Chandigarh (2019) is not a Bollywood movie; it's a product of "Pollywood," the Punjabi film industry, but the storyline is the kind of thing I would expect to see from a Bollywood movie made ten or so years ago.  In fact, it's exactly the story I saw in 2014's Mumbai Delhi Mumbai, which was in turn a remake of the 2010 Marathi film Mumbai-Pune-Mumbai.  It's a very adaptable premise, so you can take any two rival cities, add local cultural flavor to taste, and create your own New York LA New York or Edinburgh Glasgow Edinburgh.

Reet (Sargun Mehta) is a fashion designer form sophisticated Chandigarh.  She's come to bustling Amritsar to meet and reject the potential groom her parents have lined up for her.  Of course, this isn't the way things are normally done.  Usually the groom is supposed to go and meet his potential bride, but Reet wants the whole thing over with, so she's making the trip to Amritsar without consulting her parents.

Almost immediately after arriving, she manages to pick a fight with her rickshaw driver, Murari (Rajpal Yadav) over which city is better, and he winds up cycling away in terror with her phone still in the seat of his rickshaw.  Reet is alone and having trouble navigating the city, so she asks local Rajveer (Gippy Grewal) for directions, spoiling his cricket game in the process.  Rajveer gives her the directions she asks for, she finds the groom's home but discovers that he is not there, and then she realizes that her phone is gone.

Reet asks Rajveer top help her find her phone, and he agrees because he considers it a matter of his city's honor.  And he keeps on helping her, even when they argue. They argue a lot at first - she seems to be a bit stuck up, he seems like exactly the sort of overly dramatic Amritsar guy she's been complaining about, but as the day goes on they start to get along and become friends, despite never finding out the other's name.

Meanwhile, Murari the rickshaw driver is having a terrible day.  Every fare he finds eventually complains of the seat vibrating and eventually slaps him.  He visits a guru who tells him that the rickshaw is haunted, probably due to driving over a lemon (it's a thing) and gives him a list of ridiculous instructions to exorcise it.  And to top it all off, the scary lady from Chandigarh keeps chasing him down and yelling at him for reasons he doesn't understand.  In other words, while Reet and Rajveer are living a romantic comedy, Murari is stuck in the sort of farce that usually stars Rajpal Yadav.  

It's all building up to a final. . . . well, not really a  twist.  A final punchline about the identity of the groom.  I already knew the punchline but if you've seen pretty much any movie ever you can probably figure it out.  But that's okay; a movie like this is all about the journey, and it's a pleasant journey in the company of attractive and ultimately nice people.  Not every movie has to break new ground.