I am bigoted, biased, or maybe plain discerning (:-))– but while I watch a fair number of Hindi movies, none seem to move me. There is the mediocre acting, the cinematography that is usually decades behind Hollywood, the emoting that is so contrived that I am shocked as to how it manages to consistently move people, but most of all – the movies do not seem to have anything to convey. And it is the last of the tests that New York fails to meet. Forget the acting, and do not even begin to compare the cinematography with the dozens of stunning Hollywood movies that use the Big Apple as backdrop. What will move you is the consistent message that terrorism just cannot be condoned, no matter what the motivations of the terrorist and no matter how much such motivations may draw our empathy. So, be it torture in custody or or be it abetting in the name of love – whatever be the insinuation or emotional reason – terrorism does not work. The positive message in all this – the dark shadow of this relentless persecution of terrorism shall not fall on the near and dear ones of terrorists – no matter how close the latter are. And this is the greatness of this movie, the way it rounds it all off and makes sense of the need to purge violence with violence, but highlights equally vehemently the need to show compassion for those that are left in the wake
15.5/20
15.5/20
