The kidnapper, Imran, is a Pakistani soldier who was part of the Taliban. One cold winter morning in Kabul, they get kidnapped at gunpoint by a Taliban fugitive who wants to escape to the Pakistani border. But unknown to them, these hunters are being hunted down themselves. Despite all their attempts, the Taliban remains elusive. They are saved from getting trampled by an American photojournalist, Jessica. The three of them are having their share of adventure as they go from being blindfolded and taken to secret hideouts in the mountains to interview Taliban prisoners to nearly getting trampled by horses while shooting a game of Buzkashi. Helping them in their pursuit of a Talibani is their Afghan guide, translator and driver, Khyber, in his Toyota Jeep called Kabul Express.
Against this turbulent backdrop, Jai and Suhel-two Indian Television reporters-have entered Afghanistan and their aim is to somehow get a rare interview with a Talibani. 16, 9:30 a.m.In post 9/11 Afghanistan, the American bombing has destroyed the most hated Taliban regime and the Taliban soldiers are trying to escape to Pakistan to avoid the wrath of the Afghans. (Visa Screening Room (Elgin)) Saturday, Sept. Indian cinema can and should aim for big things. But when a movie aspires to change the world and seriously engage contemporary events, such failings are all the more egregious. If a film’s ambitions are meagre, it’s possible to forgive wretched dialogue and paper-thin characterizations.
Linda Arsenio (the American journalist) is embarrassingly wooden And despite the film’s attempts to humanize the hijacker, he remains laughably cartoonish (Jean Reno meets Christopher Lloyd). Its dialogue is some of the most leaden I’ve heard in years. So why is it so bad? Let me count the ways: Its saccharine sentimentality is stomach-turning. The Taliban hijacker, for example, turns out to be a really lovely (if surly) Pakistani military man who loves Bollywood songs and cricket. A myriad of absurd turns and hiccups ensue, all of which results in everyone shedding their respective prejudices. Their search for Taliban leads to their eventual kidnapping and forced drive-along with their Afghan driver and a dogged American photojournalist-to the Pakistani border. It tells the story of two neophyte Indian journalists ( Water’s John Abraham and Arshad Warsi) who touch down outside of Kabul just after American forces have flooded into Afghanistan. While it’s still too early to make a definitive call, my early vote goes to Kabir Khan’s Kabul Express, an awkward monstrosity of a film produced by legendary Bollywood director Aditya Chopra. As fun as it is to sit around and speculate about the best films in this year’s festival, it’s just as pleasurable (if not more) to pick the worst.
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