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Ek Tha Tiger : Review


A huge fan I am of the actor Salman Khan, but as asked by my friends for an unbiased review (i.e. assuming it was just another actor and not THE Salman Khan) here it goes:

5 stars is what I would give it just after recalling Salman's face once, but "committing" to my promise as stated above, I am giving it somewhere between 4 and 4.5 stars. Now, I know that many critics have given it 3 stars but ignoring every other review or the star's charisma I give it a 4 that goes solely to the movie. One star I have deducted because the dialogues at the very first scene did not live up-to my expectations. Nor was Salman looking his very best (I felt like he was having a cold or the likes of that).  The action scenes were not over shown or dramatic like that of Bodyguard’s (albeit it came as a nice surprise to me). But the unexpected twists and turns after the interval of the movie are what made the movie one of a kind. You would expect something to happen while the opposite happens. I could feel the people sitting around me thrilled and anticipating. When Zoya (Katrina’s character) was shot the whole audience of the Hall was praying to let her not die. When Salman was shot in an unexpected situation the whole audience let aloud a gasp in unison. When they succeeded the whole audience clapped and rejoiced. Such things are what make a movie a great one.

 Katrina has done a commendable job in the movie. The stunts pulled by her were worth applauding. It is undoubtedly her best. Salman was again in a different character with a different attitude than the characters of his previous movies. The recent Salman Khan movies were all blockbusters. This was supposed to be one too. And no matter how it turns out for other viewers I would say it has the most gripping story than all the other ones. No one seemed willing to miss any part of it. There was hurry among all in the snacks’ queue during the interval. After the 2.5 hours, everyone came out of the Hall with a smile.

I would, finally, conclude that it was worth my 200 bucks. I would have been missing a great deal if I didn’t go for the show. And no matter what, like all Salman Khan Movies, the Hall was full packed with a cheerful crowd.

Comments

  1. awesomely written...planning to watch it on sunday

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  2. wow wow... u can be a great review writer.. nice combination of words and perfect creativity.

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  3. thanks for the review sanhita ... its a relief to know that the movie isnt on the lines of bodyguard! gonna watch it for sure :)

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    1. Thanks,, better watch it in a cinema hall to enjoy it to the fullest.. :)

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  4. HAHA.. M afraid some part of it is not :D

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  5. Nice review....

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