Film crew descends on Edinburgh city centre for 90s classic movie remake
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Edinburgh film crews descended on the city centre as production continues for a classic 90s Bollywood movie.
The movie, Hai Jawani Toh Ishq Hona Hai, is a romantic comedy and is set for release in April next year.
Filming teams were spotted outside the Royal Scottish Academy near East Princes Street Gardens. The short clip shows a dance scene in production as intrigued passer-by's stopped for a look.
Residents across the capital have seen filming taking place on Victoria Street and Portobello Beach.
On Friday we reported huge crowds gathered on Victoria Street after Varun Dhawan, an Indian actor known for many Hindi films, was in the city recording upcoming scenes.
Crowds erupted into an applause after the 38-year-old actor was spotted in the area.
The video shared on social media was captioned: "Varun Dhawan seen in Edinburgh today... shooting scenes from 'Hai Jawani Toh Ishq Hona Hai".
The films title comes from a Hindu saying, which roughly translates means that 'young people are bound to fall in love'.
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The project comes from director David Dhawan, and features his son Varun Dhawan, as well as Pooja Hegde and Mrunal Thakur. Cast and crew were seen filming scenes on Portobello beach on Monday.
A casting call was released in early May, with extras wanted for a hospital scene who could play nurses and doctors in the background.
A casting call was released in early May, with extras wanted for a hospital scene who could play nurses and doctors in the background.
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"The conclusion of Scotland schedule will lead to a film wrap, not-with-standing a couple of songs and some patchwork sequences."
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