The movie. Sure, Hussain Zaidi delivered a decent account of the blasts that shook Bombay out of the little tranquil it managed in it's crazy routine. But when Anurag Kashyap walked in to direct this flick, it wasn't simply translating words to action, nor was it recounting the past. Call it a dramatic documentary, if you may, but Black Friday -- armed with a plot-and-a-half -- turned out to be cinematically artistic enough to impress many.
And I'm yet to find someone who hasn't praised Pavan Malhotra's intense Tiger Memon. Kay Kay Menon's subtle Rakesh hasn't exactly invited criticism either. Even Aditya Srivastava as Baadshah Khan, screaming his way from blind faith to submission, breathed such honesty into the damned terrorist that it invoked sympathy -- and we sat back and actually re-evaluated our hatred.
Why else? Because Kashyap had the balls to persist with the project. Kudos!