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July 2010

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Veer –Nothing heroic about this one.

There are some movies which you love, some you hate, some which you feel like killing yourself after, some which make you question the point of living.


And then, there is Veer.


When cinema reaches the epitome of blabbering nonsense and lack of ideas, it creates a movie like Veer. A movie which the Censor boards should have banned, in the interest of public sanity if not anything else.


I had really no intention of watching Veer whatsoever. Seriously, the promos were horrible enough to make me steer clear of this catastrophe. But ofcourse, the worlsd had other ideas for me. Which is probably why I found myself sitting on Sunday evening, in front of the television, witnessing the wonderousness of this movie.


3 hours later, my brain feels violated.


To avoid going through the pain of recounting the movie again (it persists as a horror in my vivid memory), I will paste a short run of mill summary here.

Veer is a period film with an epic feel. The film is set in the era of 1875 and is based on the love story of a warrior “Veer” and his clan of the fearless Pindhari warriors of the 19th century.
From the misty pages of history comes a story of extreme valour, fierce pride and poignant love. As the British enslave India with their devious Divide and Rule policy, kings and nawabs fall to their guile and cunning, and entrust their precious kingdom to the foreigners.
Except for the brave Pindaris, who prefer death to dishonour and will fight to their last breath to save their land....their mother. The bravest, the toughest, the strongest of the Pindaris is Veer. As Veer takes on the might of the British Empire, he also has to fight the conniving King of Madavgarh as well his own jealous tribesmen. But then the stakes are high.... At stake is his love for princess Yashodhara, daughter of his sworn enemy... At stake is his thirst to avenge his father's dishonour....
At stake is his very existence itself.... Cannons roar, swords clash in fierce battle, the dead pile up....And when the dust settles down on the blood soaked land...one valiant warrior stands head and shoulders above them all - Veer!


Whatever. I dont which was the worst part of the movie. Salman Khan and his horrible dialogue delivery, or his epically failed attempts at suaveness and mystery. Or the complete disregard of history and indian culture very obviously a product of horrendously lacking research work. Or even the bend bending dialogues which made no sense whatever.

Yuck. Even thuinking about this gives me the creeps. I dont think I can review this ‘artistic peice of work’.

It will take me a few years before I get out the shock of watching this movie.