Like I’ve done almost every single time since Baazigar in 1993, the first day ritual with an SRK release has been maintained.
And Dunki hits the sweet spot.
I’ll keep this review short because I’d much rather you go out there and watch it.
It’s a beautiful film full of heart, and in classic Hirani style, it’s a narrative that will make you laugh one second and weep the next.
In the wake of the recent toxicity and chauvinism and misogyny and blood and gore-bath, a film like this is necessary because somewhere you still want to believe in human niceness. At least I want to.
Dunki is a must-watch. I don’t say this because I’m an SRK fan and loyalist. I don’t say this because I love how Hirani tells stories. I say this because both have come together and do what they do best: create emotional entertainment.