Rockstar is tale of a wanna-be Jim Morrison, who took refuge in walks of pain, draped within his own cubicle, blustered in a long film with little substance. The movie begins at a shopping spree of fans, awaiting Jordan to rampage the stage with rattling music, whilst he for some reason remains occupied with cops, and we thereby register a flashback. Well, not really, more of a fresh start after some soothing music, and the preceding few minutes might just have been a glimpse into the very core of characterization.
The story essentially revolves around Janardhan Jakhar, a naive, unrecognized artist J.J. becoming Jordan, his domineering, implusive self. The transition as shown is no walk in a park, but is rather complicated for a typical heart-inflicted Bollywood movie. Nargis Fakhri playing Heer alongside Ranbir as Jordan, is chronically the pain that J.J. was supposed to bear to find true vigor for art, in perfect agreement with histories of greats, as far as they go. In quick succession, from being friends, to her departure to Prague, and the lonely, family barred J.J. moving through some unsettling time, finding art and reclaiming at last a chance to visit Heer in Prague, are the glimpses that shall pass by within minutes, but in a narrative tone are most structured in the whole story. In-between lie beautiful valleys, snow covered mountains of Kashmir, beautiful music laden Dargha in Delhi that lessens the passing time. However, story after is rather slow, attending heavily to mood-swings and intimate delicacies. The movement for most parts is passive hereafter, with typical Bollywood monologue that caters to their relationship. Disease, touch of magic, mending pain are added benefits by Imtiaz Ali to exceed possible time frame and yet so easily find an unconvincing, lost end.
To not praise A.R. Rahman would be a mistake, for he did very well for the music. The acting department was held high for most parts, however Nargis assisted by a dubbing artist is not all convincing and only in the end does one seem to find some normalcy. On the contrary, Ranbir found himself an exceptional act and character which he justified promptly. The past story which laid more significance seemed rushed, further rushed was romance, while the latter accounted for a misguided end. The most striking distinction in the movie, was of the character, who heart-broken, does not assort to drugs to find solace but is driven by pain, a rather psychological explanation for the extreme rage. Although not explicitly implied, the intrusion of media and sky-rocketing bad conversance of an artist to earn him a bad reputation can be taken upon as a subtle message.
The movie is above average, all credit to its music and fierce acting by Ranbir Kapoor. There are multiple loopholes and as far as the end goes, I for once did think about possibility of a sequel for it ended quite abruptly, but still it was entertainment.
So by all means, go get rocked by the Rockstar in a hard way!