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A flying jatt review
A flying jatt review












a flying jatt review

How should he fly, for instance? They watch DVDs of Hulk and Superman to find an answer. They don’t know how a superhero is supposed to act. Aman’s become a superhero, but his family members are confused. So in the next few scenes, as expected, Aman does find his superpowers, and, quite surprisingly, for a brief while, the film stops being formulaic and insufferable. A young man ordinary in every way possible, and yet expected to be famous only because his dad was successful-where have we seen this story before? A Flying Jatt, sans the action sequences, is the story of a Bollywood star kid. But, we soon get to know that, Aman is indeed special and destined for greatness, because his father was brave and renowned. His students snub him his mother taunts him his long-time crush sees him as a friend. So when a story pairs them together, the question is not whether it would make for a bad film, but exactly how bad.Ī Flying Jatt revolves around a martial arts teacher, Aman (Shroff), who has no special talent or power. It’s beyond doubt that D’Souza is a terrible director, and Shroff a terrible actor. It’s a question as simple as this, but one that must be asked: How do D’Souza (director of films such as F.A.L.T.U, ABCD: Any Body Can Dance, ABCD 2) and Shroff (who has acted in Heropanti and Baaghi) continue to have careers in Bollywood? None of their films have been original or interesting or middling in fact, they have been, even according to the intellectually compromised standards of Hindi commercial cinema, shoddy-films that shouldn’t have been made in the first place, which can only be seen, if at all, on fast-forward. In an ideal world, this film needed just one writer-someone of impressionable age and questionable intelligence-who, after the first draft, should have muttered, “I think I can do better than this.” One of the most baffling bits about A Flying Jatt, a superhero film starring Tiger Shroff and Jacqueline Fernandez, is that its screenplay credit is shared by four writers (Tushar Hiranandani and Remo D’Souza, original screenplay Aakash Kaushik and Madhur Sharma, additional screenplay and dialogues)-that a film so mediocre, juvenile, and inane needed four people to bring it to life boggles the mind and shudders the heart.














A flying jatt review