I have a suspicion that Shridhar Raghavan and Siddharth Anand intentionally kept the story of War harebrained so that they could pack in all the action possible without having to worry about a coherent narrative that a fully developed script demands. How else can you have characters jump between India and far off countries like they were hopping cities, where it takes all of six days to surgically assume another person identity and many other twists that could have you pulling your hair. But you don’t do that here. Right from the first scene, the expectation is set. This is not a film in the true sense; it is a celebration of excess. Excess of guns, fights and chase and of course the film looks cool enough to woo generation Z.
The story is simple. Kabir Luthra (Hrithik Roshan) is a celebrated raw agent who turns rogue. His onetime protégé Khalid (Tiger Shroff) is assigned the task of hunting down and eliminating Kabir. A major portion of the first part establishes the bond between two characters as they take on common enemies. Never mind that it includes our boys going into ISIS territory and beating the top guy to pulp. At this rate, the duo could probably bring back world peace fairly quickly. The second part is devoted to Khalid chasing Kabir. The film may pretend to be a thriller but at its core, it is pure action. You have cars blowing up, airborne motorcycles and even a jump from a fast crashing airplane on to snowy mountains. Throw in a few dances and you have a full continental dish (no thali please).
The film depends heavily on the two men and they fully justify their over-sized pay. It’s hard to hold one’s own against Hrithik (remember Abhishek Bachchan in Dhoom2 ?), but Tiger does a commendable job. He matches Hrithik every step of the way. There’s Vani Kapoor, too, but she comes in late and disappears quickly, having provided a reason for Kabir to break with his team. That serves the film well as it doesn’t really have the space for a romantic track in the unfolding action at breakneck speed. Songs are nothing to write home about and they should have been chopped off on the editing table.
This film will probably make a lot of money, though it will likely not have much relevance in the long term. Continuing my analogy with food, this film is like “dhaba” food of the west, the ubiquitous diner where the cheesy dish and the greasy fries fill your tummy tight, but the soul remains under-nourished.