When the film is left to tell the story unvarnished,it has several felt passages. Is there any need to underline it,just in case we miss the point,with loud background music?
Why,you ask yourself,when you see a burst of sporting glory,the kind that becomes goose-flesh immortal every time someone refers to it even,does the director need to dress up his story so much that it nearly drowns? The face of a winner,at the end of a tough race,is such a win in itself. It�s almost as if he needs to talk up his film in order to entice us to watch it. For himself,and for the honour of his nation.īut the way the director tells it is much less inspiring.
And Mehra leaves,literally,not one stone unturned (and adds a few of his own,doubtless) in this three hour and some saga,which takes us from Milkha�s childhood in then Punjab-now Pakistan,the trauma of Partition and being torn from his (Milkha�s) family,his lawless youth,his joining the Indian Army and gaining respectability. The story of Milkha Singh is inspirational,doubtless.
