February 07, 2005


Thank you, Mr Bhansali, for not giving a damn.
The last time you did that was Khamoshi. And that was far too long back.
You are forgiven the “khatta nimboos” and “kaimon aachhhhhooos”.

Considering the burden of expectation I had put on the movie, it was quite successful in impressing me.

Despite some weak moments and illogical events that irritate and distract, it is an amazing showcase of what good writing in the hands of good directors and actors can achieve.

Bhansali chooses his child artistes with care and they never let him down. One more unforgettable performance that sets the standards Rani has to meet!

It is special, because it walks proudly without either the Hollywood technological crutches or the Bollywood song and dance wheelchair.

Amitabh Bachchan can afford to die a happy man now. Coming up with a better role for him will be a tough call.

Rani Mukherjee walks the razor’s edge between the blind-deaf and the retard without faltering too often.

The let-me-wring-your-eyeballs situations that made guest appearances in Khamoshi make their presence felt in your handkerchief more prominently this time. It’s a Sanjay Leela Bhansali trademark: quite different from the way Yash Chopra and Mani Ratnam make you cry.

The movie came too close home at certain points. If you heard sobbing, you should’ve gone to some other theater or some other show.

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