Shah Rukh Khan Fights Himself In Fan – Read Movie Review Here

Being a fanboy or fangirl is as difficult as earning a scholarship, and with the rise of the number of the people in the world, fandom is only going to see a rampant rise in numbers – each competing with the other. In the real world, Shah Rukh Khan (also the protagonist and antagonist of Fan, the film I am speaking about today) and Salman Khan, both superstars in their own capacity, and friends-turned-foes-turned-friends too, have a bigger challenge at hand – and that’s to ensure that they don’t do anything that disappoints the plethora of people whose lives revolve around the release of their films year after year.

Fan is not a tribute to SRK, nor does it go on to show the actor’s apparent narcissistic side, but it’s a film about all that can go wrong in the life of a superstar who is just busy living his enviable life till an obsessive fan comes along with just one wish, to meet him and hug him. Not a tall ask, yes?


Some may also believe that the film is a ‘one-time watch’ or a ‘timepass’ but for me, it is a a deep story with a hard-hitting message that is equally flawed. Maneesh Sharma’s direction falters every time he wants to show his audience the two men, SRK and SRK, pitted against one another. Add to that a lot of unnecessary chase scenes that one could absolutely do without but didn’t. Perhaps, there was a need for all the excessive drama because we are talking about a Bollywood film from the YRF banner.


Credit must be given where it’s due, nonetheless. SRK as the superstar is obviously awkward being himself as he admitted in a recent interview that being the superstar on screen was more difficult than playing Gaurav. Adding, he had said that director Maneesh Sharma and producer Aditya Chopra had intended the world to see the life of the superstar from his eyes. However, there is the ease with which he also plays Gaurav, a made-up version of himself, that is awe-inspiring and you know that this is the role that will touch many hearts and even cause an outburst of emotions despite the villain that he proves to be. Like a lover, he too loved someone, the only difference being, this time it’s a ‘senior’ version of himself.

What Works For Fan: 

The hype, the big banner production, SRK, Jabra Fan in different languages, the story at places

What Fails To Work For Fan: 

The unnecessary melodrama, the treatment of an obsessed lover and the portrayal of SRK’s onscreen wife, who is mostly seen in indecent night gowns only. We all know that Gauri Khan is much more poised and is mostly seen keeping her best foot forward.

Why Fan Should Be Watched: 

To know that love stories don’t just have to revolve around college kids, warring families, and usual stereotypes. This is easily SRK’s finest performances in many years especially after the buffoonery in Happy New Year and Dilwale (even though it was SRK-Kajol’s comeback).

On a scale of 01 to 05, I’d rate Fan 03/05 stars. 

Do watch and let me know what you think! Would love to have a heart-to-heart with y’all, Dil Se.


I Like For You To Be Still – Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would’ve died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I’m happy;
Happy that it’s not true

I read this beauty by Pablo Neruda this morning and there’s such loads of feels this evokes. Don’t you think? Now to lay my hands on all his works.