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Producer: Satish Tandon
There are two police officers, DCP Veer (Jackie Shroff), supposed to be an honest and principled police officer who believes in law taking its own course, and the trigger-happy Inspector Khan doling out instant punishment to criminals. Both are naturally at loggerheads all the time. Veer's happy family includes wife Naina (Raveena Tandon) and seven-year-old son Sahil. After Veer and Naina gyrate, quite provocatively, to the tunes of Anu Malik, Sahil vomits a lot of ketchup and the kid is diagnosed as suffering from , what else, blood cancer? (When will Indian film makers stop glamourising this terrible illness?)
The main characters look like sulking children reluctantly reciting their lines under duress. Jackie' s baritone voice and brooding intensity are wasted in a shoddily etched role. Sanjay Dutt's Balli is another incarnation of his earlier 'Khalnayak', but a poor imitation of a psychopath, merely dishing out stony stares and guffawing for no reason. Both Jackie and Sanjay look their age and are too old for the type of dances they are called upon to do. Raveena Tandon as Naina is below average.
Anu Malik's tunes are good but one is hardly allowed to enjoy them or follow the dialogues, thanks to Bhappi Lahiri's ear-splitting cacophony in the name of Background Score. Other than the Director, he is the biggest spoil-sport in the whole show. S. SWETHA
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Inspite of having an impressive star line-up and master-craftsmen behind the scenes, director Sanjay Gupta has been able to churn out not 'Jung', but only junk. The film condemns the audience to two and a half hours of rigorous torture. The story is supposed to be about a seven year old terminally ill kid, but all you see is Jackie Shroff, Aditya Pancholi and Sanjay Dutt like juveniles playing cops and robbers.
Only a bone marrow transplant can save the boy. You see Veer, poker faced, with a mobile phone. He is supposed to be searching frantically for a matching donor. Actually, it is the doctor who finds one, but unfortunately he is Balli (Sanjay Dutt), a psycopath with a fancy for chopping off fingers from corpses in the mortuary! He is in jail serving a life term, for killing, hold your breath, fourteen people! Veer's refusal to allow a criminal's blood go into his son's veins evaporates when the boy vomits more ketchup and starts sinking. But Balli has other ideas. Without donating any bone marrow, he breaks loose, creates mayhem in the hospital, kills a few more persons and escapes.
The hunt is on. Our DCP throws principles to the winds. Balli, though a fugitive, drinks and lap-dances with heartthrob Tara (Shilpa Shetty) as if without a care in the world. The rest is all sound and fury till a seemingly fatally wounded Balli is captured and brought to the hospital in the nick of time and the boy is saved. But Balli once again dupes everyone and escapes, this time in a cop's uniform as our principled DCP deliberately looks the other way. Yes, you can now really heave a sigh of relief and go home.
Director Sanjay Gupa seems to have spared no effort to make the movie a mockery. Take this scene - The doctors tell Veer and Naina that their kid is dying of cancer. There is a straight cut and what do you see, Veer and Naina in another song sequence. And then the camera cuts back to the hospital. Is this some new technique of film narration? Or did the editor go on vacation? Another scene: The cops walk in and out of the sterile operation theatre in their uniform with their boots on. And then, the poor surgeon is left all alone with the dreaded criminal without even an apology of a cop for security.
