The prospect of watching a film after such a long time was at first looked under grave threat due to a long wait for tickets (the fact is: Free Tuesday one-on-one free ticket offer by Vodafone). Finally the battle was won by wifey dear who held onto it and grabbed the tickets. The Kabul express memory was still intact, and experiencing another rare docu-dramma from Bollywood was far too enticing to overcome any torrent incited delay :)
But all such euphoria lasts as little as Pritam’s originality is!!
John was horrible and so was his team of ‘terrorists’, who were planted like crude looking landmines that never went bust. C’mon Kabir, what happened to your senses? events just kept rolling w/o any sense, just for the sake of it. Irrfan, who tried to play to the gallery looked more like an irritating CID officer than a seasoned FBI officer. At some point of time you get a feeling that he even owns the FBI! Katrina does, what she does best — sit pretty (even when she gets shot :) -. the only saving grace of NY, if any, is Neil Nitin Mukesh and a couple of tracks that lasted till we reached home.