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Movie Review: Jab Tak Hai Jaan


We saw this movie on Diwali. Yup! That's how festivities are in this part of the world. Anyhoo, pity me later. So about the movie, from what I hear either people loved it or hated it. I on the other hand liked it in bits and pieces, but was left over all disappointed because I am used to the Yash Chopra magic, which leaves you yearning for romance but instead this left me baffled. 

First, what all I liked about the movie: 
  • SRK's entry. Boy, does he look hot in the stubble or what. And he could definitely melt my heart with this intense-mess-with-me-not-expressions. Yum-a-licious! 
  • Anushka's abs and never-ending-limbs. She totally deserves to be wearing bikini and running around Leh-Ladakh region in ganjis and hot pants (even though the temperature there would NEVER physically permit that. But then she is a hindi movie heroin. They can dance naked in Alaska without blinking)
  • Background score for the movie, which often plays when SRK is in the frame (but I was later informed by Anusha that it was plagiarized inspired via Motorcycle Diaries. *tch.tch* Sound of disappointment!)
  • Love story running between SRK & Anushka's characters, Major Samar Anand and Akira, respectively. I was more like rooting for Akira's happy ending, instead of the botox-lipped-cockeyed-Meera. But *sigh!*
  • SRK as Major Samar Anand = AWESOME! Dude should just take up such intense characters, keeping the 'real' SRK under control and play characters which have some gravity and he could rule bollywood for one more decade. Listen to me SRK, I know what I am talking about ;) 

Now, what I kinda didn't like:
  • Story line. 1980's called and asked for their plot back. A millionaire's 21 year old daughter Meera, played by Katrina, who is already running the business mind you, falls in love with a waiter. YES! You read that right, a waiter. That too, recent export from the 'pind'. Now if this wouldn't give our countrymen some unrealistic expectations, I don't know what would. 
  • Slow Narrative. There were times when the movie was moving at a snail's pace. One could have a good debate and yet, not have missed a thing in the movie. 
  • Katrina Kaif. Someone please pack her bags for her send her away! Poor girl can not emote to save her life. She pretty much looked constipated throughout the movie (which she does in other movies too, but here is showed more 'coz the others in the movie could act and she couldn't get away with just flouncing around)
  • Music. Except the background score and one song. Rest of the music was below average. Two days later I do not remember a single song or a tune from the movie. 'Nuff said.

Things that totally didn't make any sense to me:
  • SRK is playing guitar under the Olympic sign in 2002. 10 years too early YRF, 10 years too early. London hadn't even won the Olympic bid just yet. 
  • SRK takes Katrina to a Hip-Hop dance-off to help her with her classical punjabi singing. Anyone else see the logic here. What I am missing?
  • Her father was a punjabi (Surname: Thappar), and mother left when she was 12. So how did she become such a church-going-making-irrational-promises to-Jesus-kinda-Christian?
  • SRK defuses a bomb in one of the London Train Stations. He walks-in explains the bomb specs to the T to the police officers, defuses it, and walks out. No questions asked. Why isn't anyone suspicious of why a brown dude knows so much about the bomb and why do they even let him defuse it without asking for any credentials? [I guess, only logic would be that he is SRK! He rules London. Everyone knows THAT! Right?]

I have more ... but I am gonna stop. 
All I am gonna say is Aditya Chopra needs to do a better job of writing stories. 

This is my outfit from the drive back from Galveston. It got cold you guys!  





Sweater - Oasap [12']
Jeans - GAP [12']
Shoes - Nine West [08']
Evil Eye Pendant - ASOS [10']


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