After I watched "Rab be Bana di Jodi" and fell a little in love with Shah Rukh Khan, I looked around on Netflix streaming to see if I could find another movie. Along with yummy sweet movies like "Mohabbetein" and "DDLJ", I saw the movie "Darr". I put it off over and over thinking I wouldn't much enjoy it, a sort of "Sleeping with the Enemy" meets "Cape Fear" situation. But tonight, bored with the Olympics and feeling a little naughty, I decided, "what the hell" and turned it on.
Man, oh MAN, am I ever glad I did. The relationship between Juhi Chawla and Sunny Deol was pretty standard Bollywood smoosh, and the Navy SEAL-style rescue scene, complete with co-opted "Top Gun" music, was hilarious to a jaded American movie-goer like me. But none of that mattered, I mean none of it, in the face of an utterly, deliciously insane Shah Rukh Khan. I was entranced by his aching, visceral portrayal of Rahul: it was like watching Tom Hanks play Jack Torrance in "The Shining". It was creepily, shockingly sexy. And, despite all of the trite silliness around it, it was indeed pretty damn scary. I found myself more than once overcome with graveyard giggles while my mind tried to sort out how he could be so sweet and so sick all at once.
So there you have it - Shah Rukh Khan played perfectly the psycho in "Darr". It's worth suffering through the rest to see him do it.
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