By:
Subhash
K.
Jha,
IndiaFM
Monday,
July
02,
2007
They
all
hug
each
other
quite
often.
The
men
hug
up-front,
unabashedly.
The
ladies
creep
up
on
the
men
from
behind
them
and
hold
them
close
to
their
heart.
In
Apne
heart
and
craft
come
together
to
create
an
amazing
graph.
Apne
is
a
very
warm
film.
It
exudes
the
comforting;
heady
scent
of
lives
lived
in
a
ruptured
repose
manifested
in
scenes
that
are
written
with
the
lavish
and
meticulous
exactitude
of
emotions
invested
prudently
in
long-term
action
plans.
Yes,
the
narration
is
lengthy,
sometimes
tedious.
What,
for
example,
was
the
need
for
that
ridiculous
'rock'
song
with
one
of
Bobby
Deol's
hands
in
his
pocket?
The
length
is
understandable
in
a
film
that
puts
forward
Dharmendra,
playing
a
Punjabi
Stallone
who
has
been
disgraced
in
the
boxing
championship,
and
his
troubled
relationship
with
an
elder
son
(Sunny)
who
won't
box,
and
his
younger
son
(Bobby)
who
can't.
Caught
between
the
'can't'
and
the
'won't'
of
lives
that
share
tears
and
chuckles
as
destiny
reigns
hard
blows
on
the
knuckles,
this
portrait
of
bonafide
emotions
is
free
of
naqal.
Full
marks
to
Neeraj
Pathak's
screenplay
for
creating
a
near-perfect
vehicle
for
the
trio
of
Punjab
da
Puttars
who
excel
in
shedding
tears,
together
and
apart.
Papa
Dharam
and
his
two
sons
share
another
common
ground.
They
seem
to
suffer
a
perpetual
bad-
hair
days.
Let
not
the
awkward
toupees
and
hairstyles
come
in
the
way
of
appreciating
the
deep-focused
melodrama's
undulating
motions
of
light
and
shade.
Cinematographer
Kabir
Lal
paints
the
frames
in
colours
several
shades
deeper
than
life.
And
that's
the
way
it
is
meant
to
be.
Though
the
ladies
are
engagingly
portrayed
(Shilpa
Shetty
as
the
introverted
Sunny's
exuberant
wife
reminds
you
of
Kajol
in
Karan
Johar's
Kabhi
Khushi
Kabhie
Gham).
This
is
a
patriarchal
story,
populated
with
men
who
fight
for
self,
family,
country
and
morality
on
territory
as
far-ranging
as
the
terrace
of
a
Punjabi
village,
the
boxing
ring
in
New
York
and
most
importantly,
the
human
heartland
where
most
of
life's
most
ironic
games
are
played
by
God
and
man.
Other
recent
films
like
Rahul
Rawail's
Jo
Bole
So
Nihaal,
Gurinder
Chadha's
Bride&Prejudice
and
Vipul
Shah's
Namaste
London
have
gone
to
Punjab
and
then
onwards
on
a
journey
to
the
West
to
take
stock
of
the
moral
waste-land.
Anil
Sharma
gets
it
right,
in
almost
every
frame.
The
stretched-out
plot
takes
the
Deols
and
their
elegant
women
and
surprisingly-restrained
adversaries
through
several
continents
and
time
zones.
Proving
himself
a
master
storyteller,
Sharma
never
loses
the
threads
of
the
plot
as
the
characters
scatter
across
the
continents
trying
to
restore
family
honour
in
hostile
circumstances.
Yes,
the
narration
gets
excessively
dramatic
towards
the
end.
But
the
magic
of
the
real-life
family
being
alchemized
on
screen
is
preserved
until
the
very
end.
Let's
stand
and
applaud
Anil
Sharma
for
attempting
a
theme
so
vast
and
dramatic
showcasing
two
generations
of
Deol
plunged
into
the
vortex
of
a
battle
that
takes
them
through
several
levels
of
emotions
and
revelations
to
arrive
to
a
kind
of
liberating
denouement
that
comes
our
way
in
the
movies
once
in
a
while.
Indeed
this
Anil
Sharma's
Gadar
of
the
boxing
ring
takes
hungering
leaps
into
the
hemisphere
of
the
Deols'
most
precious
family
ties.
Sharma
picks
up
threads
of
lingering
sorrow
and
abiding
ties
to
weave
a
tale
that's
as
sweet
tender
strong
and
resonant
as
any
grandma's
tale
about
the
simple
god-fearing
family
which
didn't
buckle
under
pressure.
It's
not
the
content
as
much
the
tightly-clenched
treatment
that
gives
the
film
a
feeling
of
uncompromised
ardour.
Swarming
with
characters
and
over-sentimental
songs
about
family
ties,
Apne
manages
to
hold
its
head
high
above
the
intrinsically
treacly
situation
that
Anil
Sharma
creates
for
the
Deols.
The
performances
are
fine
as
long
as
you
aren't
looking
for
Brandos
and
Azmis
in
the
cast.
The
immensely-gifted
Victor
Banerjee
as
the
Deols'
sounding
board
is
the
odd
one
our
specially
when
he
materializes
with
prayer
beads
on
screen
to
pray
for
Bobby's
quick
recovery.
Good
God!
This
could
have
been
one
more
mawkish
attempt
to
bring
together
a
family
that
suffers
and
celebrates
together.
Instead
Apne
is
our
own
Rocky.
In
fact,
better.
Not
only
are
the
boxing
sequences
first-rate,
the
emotions
that
the
macho
men
invest
into
each
other's
lives
makes
them
look
like
giants
who
think
big
and
act
for
the
camera
fearlessly.