It is said that the way you begin your year is a clue to what to expect all the
year through. Applied to Bollywood, this makes life looks bleak indeed. The first
major release of the year is thoroughly spiritless.
A poor copy of the Mel Gibson starrer Lethal Weapon, this film is yet another
honest-cop-versus-the-underworld saga, which lays emphasis on blood, bullets and
blasts. Sunny Deol seems to have a copyright to these cop-roles - the regularity
with which he dons them is making his movies look more like episodes of a television
Farz is so predictable, you start wondering that if the storywriters of Bollywood are getting paid fat sums for this, then you are in the wrong profession, whatever it is. ACP Karan (Sunny) has a no holds barred approach, and is out to wash out crime and criminals from the city. His partner ACP Arjun Singh (Om Puri) just wants to retire peacefully. See, you're already wondering where you have seen it all before. Zinta, playing the daughter of the elder cop, is the flip of her father, and is enamoured of the fearless Karan. And there is the dreaded underworld don Gawa Firozi (Jackie Shroff) to complete the clichéd characterization.
What ensues, among big blasts and gory fistfights, seems like a rerun of Sunny's earlier movies. The rest of the story, if anything, inspires just a strong sense of déjà vu. Things do improve towards the second half, but again, the drama is stretched to such an extent that it tells on the patience of the viewer. Similar scenes, oft repeated dialogues, and, yes, the very same ending. Raj Kanwar is clearly not in form.
There is action incorporated in generous doses and, to be honest, the film does
impresses in parts. But that's the best that can be said. The narrative is too
hackneyed. And the music is uninspiring as well. Even the songs sound like remixes
of ones you've heard earlier, and are dumped into the reels without a thought
to their relevance to the proceedings. The only number that stands out is the
one picturised on Pooja Batra - Bichua Bichua.
As for the stars, Sunny Deol is repeating himself in film after film. The muscle-flexing
angry man clicked, and he's doing it to death. Preity Zinta doesn't get much scope
in a male-dominated show. Om Puri is fine, as usual.
Like we said, the film scores in the action department (Tinu Verma). The stunts
are well orchestrated, with a lot of money spent to achieve the desired impact.
But all said and endured, this is just old wine packed in a new bottle.