The beginning - Big B confronted by the only actress who could stand up to him, her eyes blazing, he with a sneering smile, the music creating a furore in the background, a moment full of haughty (albeit overdone) imperiousness. The end - a battered B, a devastated Sri, come to each other in the middle of a raging battle. Sudden silence, she raises her hand to touch his blood soaked beard, he grins and draws himself to his full height. (Plaza, Del)
Z sat holding her baby stunned at the way fate had overtaken her life, as Lata’s voice expressed the same. Later, Z takes her life into her own hands and fights with her husband to be a part of his life in all aspects. And the last scene, where she dances…on the reel, with her son and mother watching her. Unexpectedly a story full of life and tragedy, that stayed with me long after the film ended. (Lido, Blr)
She was combing her hair in the front of the mirror, and runs her hand through her hair to smoothen it. And stops. Because she can feel another hand. In her hair. Probably the only chilling moment I have ever encountered in a Hindi film ! (Satyam, Chn)
A hotel room in HK. A montage of characters in the room – the don himself, his second command, the hero’s office pleading for truce, and the moll, who’s just come from India. Her suitcases can be seen in a corner. To me this little detail symbolizes the perfection of this movie. (DTs, Del)
The last overs of the cricket match, the tension on everyone’s faces…not the characters, but the audience. I have NEVER, EVER seen hundreds of people so collectively absorbed. (Chanakya, Del)
The play of light and shadow with the sudden bursts of color, the imaginatively choreographed sequences, the presentation of ideas in a format that screamed "off-Broadway" yet had the clinical perfection of modern music videos, the integration of the script with the songs, the on screen transformation of stars. (PVR, Del)
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