Professor of philosophy. Watcher of films.
Perhaps the best choreographed (hey there Farah Khan) and best costumed (a perfect blend of off-the-rack and tailored) Bollywood film I've yet seen. The story is in no rush (SRK doesn't show up until nearly 30 minutes in), and the film is all the better for it. I'm now to the point in my Indian cinema viewing where, when I see Amrish Puri show up, I get excited for the epic staredown I know we'll get in the final 45…
This one seems to get dismissed by both Bay's defenders and detractors, but I've always been charmed by its goofiness. What begins as "Tony Scott does Michael Crichton" shifts to more familiar Bay territory with the really strong freeway sequence. Making these two leads sexless dolls is such a terrible idea that it comes out the other side as laughably bonkers. More thoughts from the last viewing.
Second viewing confirms this is among the handful of films I'd consider my all-time favorites. Everything I want in a film is here. (Well, I could use a chase scene with a car explosion, I guess.)
What's the movie about? It's about an hour and forty-five minutes.
An hour and forty-five minutes of dizzying, glorious, beautiful starts and stops, ideas and emotions, reality and fiction, truth and lies, beauty and deceit. AK demands our attention, but doesn't mind if we…