Movie Review : Udta Punjab

Title : Udta Punjab
Language : Hindi
Year : 2016
Director : Abhishek Chaubey
Genre : Drama, Crime, Thriller
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Watch trailer on Youtube
Lead Role : Shahid Kapoor, Kareena Kapoor Khan, Alia Bhatt

After the seemingly never ending censor-related controversies, social media trending, rational court ruling, newspaper headlines and the condemned leak, Udta Punjab reached the big screens today to huge expectations.

And gladly, it proved worthy of all those hype.

As already discussed, the movie deals with the rampant substance in the state of Punjab. A pop singer who had more success than he could actually handle, A young wannabe hockey player who had to give up her hopes and migrate from Bihar to Punjab to sustain. A corrupt cop who mends his ways after being handed some hard lessons. A doctor with a golden heart.

The lives of these seemingly different persons are connected by a common theme - drugs - and their paths cross at times.

Technically and content wise, Udta Punjab is brilliant. A tight, reality based script is complemented beautifully by the stellar performances of the lead actors, especially Shahid Kapoor (who did a way better performance than the one in Haider) and Alia Bhatt (please give us more Highways & Udta Punjabs and not try to be a glamorous heroine. You ain't Deepika Padukone. But in you forte, you rock.) Cakewalk for Kareena.

The already hit song "Chitta Ve" introduces Tommy Singh aka Gabru in a scintillating manner. My personal favorite portions of the film are the ones involving Shahid and Alia. The song "Ik Kudi" lingers long after the end credits.

Go on, people. Catch it in cinema. Comes with English subtitles, in case language is an issue.

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