Cast: Saif Ali Khan, Kareena Kapoor, Vivek Oberoi
With the promotional team spilling us everything about the movie, there is no surprise when Eshaan locks Avantika after she finds out about the true colours of her neighbours. Instead, we were waiting for the clichéd cupid love to get over and the movie to really begin. With on-your-face hints like when Avantika writes her address and the number of the flight in question, we were hoping for something gripping, but what we end up seeing are the ever lasting-tiring scenes just because the director had the vision that lingering the moment in the audience’s mind (not caring to convey what should be conveyed) is classy, thanks to the poor or absence of words when you need them.
On and on…
Ignoring the mediocrities that unfold, be it the operative nature of the FBI or the terrorists or for that matter an over indulgent reporter who becomes plain stupid to avenge for his fiancé death by infiltrating them, and if you try to look into the movie as an emotional tangle the director doesn’t let us do that too as he pushes Avantika out of the picture making this movie into a glossy non-detailed rambling of a pre-terrorist attack. If the director had wanted to use the star value to create an uncompromisable tale of love and jihad, he ends up making a mess wasting a lot of well written sequences which could have become classic had the things associated to it helped. Even with all the loose ends its Vivek and Kareena’s ernest efforts that stays in our mind long after the movie is over, overcoming the artificial seriousness that becomes so self indulging to a point that we don’t care if a character dies or cries. Yet, we feel for Avantika when she pleads Eshaan to reveal his real name as he is dying. Wish there were more of such moments in this long drawn out film.
HARISH S. RAM, BE Automobile, SVCE
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