kabul express  

Kabul Express takes you back to the lean, mean age of he-men like Sunny Deol – a.k.a. heroes with hair on their chest, who got phased out as the three Khans came in and Bollywood turned all metrosexual and made audiences resemble the girls after Georgy Porgy was done kissing them. I’m not saying that the leads here flex their dhai-kilo upper arms and spout clenched-teeth, Dharam-paaji lines about drinking the baddie’s blood. But they’re men. They have silly arguments about Imran Khan versus Kapil Dev with the deep-down sureness that there’s only one opinion that’s right, and that’s their own.