I wanted to walk out of the theatre. For someone who watches and reviews fis friday. T an like other critics, accustomed to mediocrity. But there was something so crass and insensitive about the latest imtiaz ali release that watching it any longer felt like an insult, felt likr an act of personal debasement. And it was not just because the film was shoddy, mirthless and regressive but alsobecause it was clueless and tone deaf completely but bereft of any shred of self awareness using humor as a ceutch to peddle its problematic notions of identity and acceptance arrogant even, erroneously believing that the audience would lap anything up in the grab of love story helmed by a superstar SRK who, to my mind at least is better off giving interviews where heis charming n honest than acting in films jab harry met sejal isn't just a filmmaking failure; it's an abomination -a144 min formulaic fest design d to placate the ego of 51year old made by a once promising director who seems to have lost his way.
I didnt leave though . I stayed put. Maybe I was overreacting but late I eeventually left the theater feeling slightly embarrassed that such a bad filmmaking made me angry this much.
