Fanaa Burnaa

For once, I am actually proud of Gujarat. They did ban this one, even if for a different cause. I could not tolerate Fanaa. Just could not. Though I tried my best to humour Aamir Khan through the first half, the second half was so horribly hackneyed that I just had to walk out.

If you are ganging up to burn some theatres screening this, invite me.


A more 'detailed' review by Raja Sen, here.

An excerpt:

Obviously a man not accustomed to the finer points of editing, Kohli lets his film stretch windily on. For a cliché-ridden predictable movie rife with inconsistency, this is not such a good thing. A little kid pipes up and says something about Rahul Dravid, and you smile indulgently, before he brings in a 'Mr Dependable' analogy that makes you wince. The script is so contrived it hurts, and despite a slew of good actors the anti-terrorist scenes bring up thoughts of Ajit and a young Dharmendra. This movie makes Dus seem realistic in comparison.

While one can forgive the lack of credibility, the denouement is such a massive hoax that it seems impossible not to complain. Everything comes together (and apart) in with an extremely melodramatic series of coincidences, and maybe Mr Kohli should stick only to romantic comedies.

But you'll watch it because you're still curious, and don't believe me. And the filmmakers will make tons of money. And I won't. But when you're plodding through the unending climax, willing the end-titles to appear, remember -- I warned ya.