Cast: Hurman Baweja, Amrita Rao, Anupam Kher
Direction: Ajitpal Mangat
Critic's Rating:
Hurrah! Hurman comes of age! He not only shakes off the Hrithik-lookalike tag, he also manages to grab your attention and ensure that you don't get bored in this three hour mirch-masala fare of cricket, cricket and some more cricket. Of course, the fact that this new super star batsmen of Team India has for company proven eyeball grabbers like Bret Lee, Mike Hussey, Shoaib Malik, Sohail Tanvir, Jayasurya, Ajantha Mendis, Harbhajan Singh, Rohit Sharma, RP Singh as august company does add tenfold to the tamasha.
Needless to say, the fireworks of the film lie in the sundry matches that our 24-year-old prodigy from Jaisalmer plays. It's actually easy for young and brawny Vijay (Hurman Baweja) to single-handedly beat them all -- Australia, South Africa, England, Pakistan. Because, every ball that our badshah beats ends up as a boundary, mostly sixes. Straight from the backwaters of Rajasthan, he manages to thunderbolt his way into the team, simply by speaking his mind to Team India's coach (Dilip Tahil). Too much nepotism, he exclaims and asks for a chance for true talent to explode on the crease. The coach relents and the small town boy leaves the sand dunes, his Gandhian daddy (Anupam Kher) and best buddy (Amrita Rao) back home for the floodlights, the parties, the sponsorships, the ad campaigns, the big money. It doesn't really take long for the super agents (Gulshan Grover) to snoop on to him and transform him from a run-getter to a money minting machine. Thus begins the downfall of the seedha-saadha desh-bhakt, who came with a flag in his bag and ended up bearing flak for his arrogance, commercialism and misconstrued priorities.
Indeed, a topical story that sees the phoenix rise once again, literally with the last ball of the last match, despite a blurry vision and a broken head. It's predictable, yes, nevertheless, entertaining enough. More importantly, the film seems to score in its emotional quotient too, with the director creating some touching moments between Hurman and the two most important people in his life, his daddy and his girl friend.
Go for some cricket dhamaka and for Hurman's second coming which seems to make Love Story 2050 seem like a nightmare.
Needless to say, the fireworks of the film lie in the sundry matches that our 24-year-old prodigy from Jaisalmer plays. It's actually easy for young and brawny Vijay (Hurman Baweja) to single-handedly beat them all -- Australia, South Africa, England, Pakistan. Because, every ball that our badshah beats ends up as a boundary, mostly sixes. Straight from the backwaters of Rajasthan, he manages to thunderbolt his way into the team, simply by speaking his mind to Team India's coach (Dilip Tahil). Too much nepotism, he exclaims and asks for a chance for true talent to explode on the crease. The coach relents and the small town boy leaves the sand dunes, his Gandhian daddy (Anupam Kher) and best buddy (Amrita Rao) back home for the floodlights, the parties, the sponsorships, the ad campaigns, the big money. It doesn't really take long for the super agents (Gulshan Grover) to snoop on to him and transform him from a run-getter to a money minting machine. Thus begins the downfall of the seedha-saadha desh-bhakt, who came with a flag in his bag and ended up bearing flak for his arrogance, commercialism and misconstrued priorities.
Indeed, a topical story that sees the phoenix rise once again, literally with the last ball of the last match, despite a blurry vision and a broken head. It's predictable, yes, nevertheless, entertaining enough. More importantly, the film seems to score in its emotional quotient too, with the director creating some touching moments between Hurman and the two most important people in his life, his daddy and his girl friend.
Go for some cricket dhamaka and for Hurman's second coming which seems to make Love Story 2050 seem like a nightmare.
Article Source:http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/moviereview/4050638.cms
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