Jawan : A Tale of SRK’s Resurgence

The Almighty up there knows how many times for the last 15 years I have prayed and hoped this dude at least pays some attention in choosing the script – post Chak De.
You are vintage SRK, you can do whatever SRK-ish stuff you wanna do in your movie, but just choose the script bit more carefully, don’t just act like a messiah for your jobless friends, and give them work by agreeing to act in movies of garbage scripts – stuff that Salman does and digs his own grave.
This ain’t the 90s where you can get away with random script of uncountable loopholes and logical fallacies. All the Ayushmanns and Rajkummars and random South Indian bearded dudes are waiting for a single mistake to take the throne away from you.
People who are your fans – know who you are, what you can do. Fans knew you are the greatest romantic hero in the world, who can as well be the greatest action hero and massier entertainer than any other subcontinental protagonist.
Just like Lionel Messi’s fans knew his ability, knew he didn’t need to perform in a cold rainy night in Stoke to prove his greatness. Yet he needed to ascend to the seventh heaven of Ballon d’Or by winning the World Cup to shut his naysayers up. You needed that one moment like Messi which can shut up all those misanthropes of the world who don’t miss a single chance to question your stardom by comparing you with random South heroes.
Then came 2023.
Pathan arrived. Little did we know it basically served as an appetizer to the main course – just like Messi’s Copa America victory did before the World Cup.
15 years later, the ‘Jawan’ Baadshah reclaimed his Empire.
And how.
My old ass soul at last saw the wish made by the little boy inside him – granted.
Being said all these, Jawan is not immune of loopholes and logical fallacies. Then again, I didn’t spend hours refreshing the cineplex website and spent my bucks to see ‘The Shawshank Redemption’ or ’12 Angry Man’ regen. I didn’t go there to feel brainfucked like the way I feel after a Christopher Nolan flick.
I went there to feed the little kid inside me, I went there to forget all the professional and personal problems that come with adulthood for 3 hours straight and enjoy like a child. You don’t expect a defensive midfielder to score shitloads of goals like a striker do you? Nor do you expect Sachin Tendulkar to bowl in express speed like Shoaib Akhtar.
Then why would you expect anything else from a typical Masala movie? Shouldn’t you have your expectations sorted accordingly?
I had my expectations sorted, and I was catered with.
Thank you Atlee for presenting my most favorite hero like never before. Thanks for being the Scaloni for the Messi of the subcontinental movie scene.