JAAT (2025): SO RIDICULOUS, IT’S GLORIOUSLY ADDICTIVE
Forget logic—Jaat kicks it off in a hot Andhra coastal village terrorized by Ranatunga (Randeep Hooda), a Sri Lankan crime lord who discovered JTF gold and went full-on despot mode. Enter Sunny Deol as a mysterious stranger/ farmer-turned-saviour who casually demands, “Sorry” for spilled idlis—because yep, that’s how action drama begins these days.
Our hero is Baldev Pratap Singh, the Jaat, who said it best: “Yeh dhaai kilo ke haath ki taakat poora dekh chuka hai. Ab South dekhega.” (“The power of these two‑and‑a‑half‑kilo hands has already rattled the North. Now the South will feel it.”)
That one-liner lands like a cannon. It’s Salman Khan’s Kuch Kuch Hota Hai heartbreak, meets Damini righteous rage, all wrapped in one glorious punch.
What follows is 153 minutes of physics-defying carnage—villains flying off in mid-air, idli plates turning into high-stakes catalysts, and massive hero-origin flashbacks that feel half indie documentary, half South Indian vigilante spectacle. Director Gopichand Malineni brings his Telugu flair to Bollywood with manic speed and massy swagger.
Sunny is in full “growl-and-shout” mode—less method actor, more method thunderbolt or bulldozer. Randeep Hooda? Menacing, regal, and with enough screen presence to make you forget Sunny exists—within seconds. He has a certain swagger when he smokes his bidi.
Sure, the second half sputters with slower pacing and melodrama, but who cares when there’s an item song (“Sorry Bol”) that practically dares you to stay seated?
Final Take
Plot: A stranger with a beef over idlis crashes a criminal empire.
Action: Bodies explode like Bollywood fireworks.
Dialogue: Stirring one-liners delivered with all the conviction of a guy lifting gold bricks for breakfast.
Fun Factor: Ridiculously watchable—even if you know it’s ridiculous.
Why I Rooted for It:
1. Sunny’s charisma is colossal: you believe those hands could rip through steel.
2. It’s unapologetically dumb in the best way—popcorn cinema that never apologizes.
3. That “two-and-a-half-kilo” line? Whistle-worthy moment.
If you’re in the mood for massy mayhem, nostalgic bravado, and one spectacularly silly hero sequence after another—Jaat is your guilty pleasure. It’s absurd, it’s indulgent, and yes, you’ll find yourself cheering loud enough to wake the village.
P.S. I’ll probably watch it again the next time I feel low on adrenaline. Even my wife—who treats slow-mo punches like mosquito bites on her patience—was hooked. She said, “This is nonsense.” Then sat stone-faced for 153 minutes like it was the SATs.
Mahdi Ahmed 
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