Jhund Reviews

Finally, Jhund is an overlong meander, its sporadically alive moments doused in the most generic beats of the sports-as-upliftment movie. The best intentions do not always a good film make.

Jhund is an unwieldy film but its not a forgettable one. Take the track of Rinku, who plays a village girl without any identification who must somehow get a passport made.

After a while, Jhunds shot at true-to-life realism becomes self-indulgent to the point of being dull.

Jhund releases its coiled-up energy a joule at a time as it glides towards an airport security check sequence that constitutes the film’s climax and conveys in a nutshell the plight of the powerless as well as the possibility of…

One of the centrepieces of the film is the subtlety with which several issues including caste divide, societal judgements, class difference, economic difference and womens education and rights are interspersed into the screenplay.

Jhund revolves around football, but it does not build itself around a thrilling match. Sometimes the greatest goal a man can score is to toss the knife in the trash can.

This is a film that wants your attention and once it has it, there is no looking back. Amitabh Bachchan is amazing, Nagraj Manjule is at his best and so is everything around them. You must go for this one.

On the whole, Jhund may have its heart in the right place but thats not enough to set the cash registers ringing. The film will win more critical acclaim than box-office rewards. Flop.