With this melodious song ends the movie Mumbai Meri Jaan...an attempt to potray the undying spirit of Mumbai after the July 7 serial blasts. A strong star cast and some good camera work tell a series of parallel tales of people who were, in some ways, a part of the blasts. Building a strong emotional base, the movie fails to carry forward or even hold on to the emotions. What the movie does, though, is give away a few tiny messages against corruption, over exploitation of emotions by the media, false alarms and of-course communal distrust. In doing so, the movie looks like nothing more than another documentary on the blasts with a very large scope for betterment. That's for the larger audience; for someone like me the movie is much more than a documentary, a deja-vu of sorts. It reminds me of all the chaos, the pain, suffering and fear, and above all the feeling of hatred and helplessness that the blasts had inflicted...things that last much longer than the physical injury.
And of course..thats me after the blasts..
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