Dysfunctional father-son relationships are pretty much Bollywood's bread and butter. There's a long lineage of such films: from masterpieces like Shakti right down to atrocities like Animal.
Despite a few pitfalls such as a slow screenplay, Boman Irani's directorial debut is a welcome addition in this tradition of Hindi films. It's fresh. It has something to say (albeit nothing new) but it's written with a pen that cares.
And the conflict?
It doesn't lie in Dilip Kumar facing off Amitabh…
Visually marvellous but doesn’t quite roar as loudly on the emotions…
Who needs crackers on Diwali for noise pollution when you have Rohit Shetty’s Sooryavanshi?
Loud, bombastic, jingoistic, brainless, barbaric propaganda balderdash plagued by irritating background music, forcefully shoehorned communal rhetoric disguised as a plea for a nationalist sentiment forging harmony, terrible writing with an utter disregard for nuance, cringeworthy attempts at humour, tonal inconsistencies, and Katrina Kaif’s performance (if we can call it that).
Unsurprisingly, it feeds into the idea that the only true Indian Muslim is the one who…
Everything about this was so excruciatingly personal that watching it felt like an invasion of privacy.
