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WoW!! What a film. Makes you laugh, cry, smile, long, wish, sing, all at the same time. Very rarely do you have a film which ticks all right boxes on the emotional front, AND makes you sit up and think. QUEEN is such a film.

I never thought I would have to say this, but HATS OFF TO KANGNA RANAUT!! The girl lives the role; her expressions are so genuine, you want to reach out and give her a huge hug for being such a braveheart. It takes guts to do such a role with so much conviction. No big names backing the project, no glamour or glitz, no "hero" to back up; just plain powerhouse performance. Kudos to the director too, for such an honest attempt, and such apt selection of actors.

And what a character; truly a QUEEN, in the real sense of the word. As the girl rejected at the outset of the movie for not being "mod" enough, she stuns her detractors and family alike with her adaptability. She does not judge, does not criticize, she just accepts. Touching everybody she comes in contact with on foreign shores, she learns to live in the true sense. Her openness and quiet strength come as an eye-opener to everybody eager to write her off as a "bechari".

This film is about empowering oneself to face all kinds of challenges and tribulations life doles out to one. Everybody can relate to the film, not just women. Almost everyone has faced such situations in life, where one really feels it is the end of the road. But QUEEN shows us that life is much more than one small incident or setback. Life needs to be lived, not just endured. With a SMILE on your face, and ACCEPTANCE in your heart.

Truly, Hungama Ho Gaya!!!!




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