If the first half abounds in light moments, the post-interval portions get into a serious mode. The story takes a turn when one of their friends [Madhavan] expires in an air crash. The film holds your attention right till the elimination of the Defence Minister [Mohan Agashe], but the remainder, which leads to the climax, is a downer. The climax should've been the highpoint of the film, taking the film to a crescendo, but it doesn't. In fact, the climax ruins the impact considerably.

You may, or may not be entirely convinced by Mehra’s phenomenally filmed, but rather far-fetched grand finale. But to me, it somehow worked, just as the competently and subtly structured screenplay (Renzil De’Silva, Mehra) that begins to breathe a life of its own. Thanks to a brilliant piece of photography (Binod Pradan) that never draws attention to itself, and a sizzling score (A R Rahman) that does. And above all, no doubt in my mind, Aamir, who exudes a rare candour, irresistible charm and characteristic charisma to take an inspirational subject to an altogether another level.