Filmmaker Rai then bamboozles her way into the high-security Army camp to shoot a documentary on Mr Kick-ass bomb disposer, does cool military-ish stuff while managing to sport a perfect blow dry hairdo and also falls in love with hurt-in-love hero. So sidekick heroine stumbles upon hero's diary, where he has written down his 10-year-old love story, presumably with the lyrics of the songs he had sung with his girl and details of all the places they had made-out. With the kind of intensity one shows while restarting a PC, he picks on this wire and that, and whoops the bomb's arse - or so says the thundering background music.Ĭut to Anushka Sharma - she with her washboard abs, endless legs and holding a perfect cover-girl pose in a bikini in Ladakh - who is an aspiring documentary filmmaker assisting a Discovery Channel crew. We, predictably, are in Ladakh where SRK whooshes in, in all his week-old stubble and aviator glory to defuse a really dangerous bomb. The film opens to tell you he is the Michael Phelps of bomb disposal in the Indian Army. In JTHJ though, what you get is a bit of Veer Zaara, only re-packaged with taller women with hotter legs.

You could say, of course it is, in any Yash Chopra film, but there was always a story. Logic is the biggest casualty of Jab Tak Hai Jaan. You can also go from being freeloading floozies to Michelin-starred restaurant owners in no time, you can lose and get your memory back pretty much the same way you get back an iPod forgotten in the shorts pocket, and you can jump from age 25 to age 35 without half a cell on your face withering.

Jab tak hai jaan movie review