Indian hero. Review on Sultan

It is sports romantic drama film I saw this today it was a nice movie based on real incident, I love the story and the fights was extremely good, he is the collection king, but the story ended with nice fight and the story has a motivation song the cast was extremely good the technique in fights was damn good. In some scenes every spectator got some doubt whether he is acting in a movie or preparing for Olympics in the total time I can't miss the screen. one of the good movie in the year 2016 but I can say we need more sultans for our India to became make India proud again. BUT IN CLIMAX WRESTLER champain converts into martial its ok but we cant forget our Nativity Salman has struggled a alot to lift those weights.Somewhere in the second half of the Ali Abbas Zafar film Randeep Hooda, who plays the coach of wrestler Sultan(Salman Khan) says of him: “Jat hai na asli(Isn’t he a true blue jat)”.The artificial divide of the interval renders the film into two distinct, disjointed halves. The first one refuses to come alive what with the forced humour, the in your face starry moments — like the one of Sultan taking a tractor out of a pit, running past a train and also the overt, practised cuteness of a country bumpkin eventually winning over his hard to please girl. But for every step forward in breaking the stereotypes there is the curiously disconcerting comfort of the status quo. That odd line that is thrown in about Aarfa’s father having brought her up “like a boy”. She gets a stamp of approval for being baahar se modern par andar se desi(Rani Lakshmibai if you may please). And that age-old cliché gets reinforced that a woman has to be a man’s muse, there has to be a woman behind every successful man(in this case she is made to feel the guilt for dissing him too, to eventually come around to marrying him). We are made to feel good implicitly that her husband allows her to carry on with sports after marriage. And when it comes to the biggest dilemma — child or career — she makes the expected choice.

There are many other causes the film, nay Salman as Sultan, fights for; he even decides to name his son Aman because the violent world needs some peace. But quite like Jai Ho, and unlike the sharp and smart Bajrangi Bhaijaan, these causes make Sultan feel like a Being Human franchisee than just another film.

Then quickly things take an Abhimaan turn and some emotional punches later it is back to the predictable arc of any sports film. This time in the arena of mixed martial arts. This is when things get energetic and pulsating. And Salman gets to don his true colours and comes on his own after the rather disinterested acting in the first half — the much misunderstood good boy for whom love and marriage has no expiry date, who folds his hands in apology after every fight, the true son of the soil who won’t touch cigarette or alcohol, the underdog who will win over the whole of the world and then twirl his mousch. Wish there was more time and complexity given to Aarfa and her relationship with Sultan. You can sense the gloomy, bleak, problematic layers in it but the film refuses plumb the depths of it. Then it wouldn’t have remained a bhai film.