Sanjay Dutt ought to change his name to King Midas. Well, maybe Jung won’t do a golden jubilee, but it stands a fair chance of success, thanks to another brilliant performance from him and a story that hasn’t been told before.
So many films that start with promise fall by the wayside as the plot progresses. Like Dil Hi Dil Mein, which tripped over the Internet romance theme. Not Jung, though. Jackie Shroff is a police officer whose child is shown suffering from leukaemia. The seven-year-old needs a bone marrow transplant if he is to survive. His problem is compounded by the fact that he has no donor sibling and his blood group is a rare O-Negative.
When, winning a race against time, they find a prospective donor, he turns out to be psychopath killer Sanjay Dutt, who was Jackie’s prize catch.
Whether and how Dutt consents to help save the child forms the rest of the gripping narrative. A scene where he commands Jackie to "bow, kneel, cry and beg" for help is tremendous.
Raveena Tandon is convincing as Jackie’s distraught wife, who serves an eviction notice on a Ganpati idol when her son’s life is at stake. Shilpa Shetty does the job of gangster’s moll as well as she can, wearing spacesuits, writing Om on her arm in a cabaret sequence and speaking street lingo in an English accent.
Others in the cast are Aditya Pancholi, the trigger happy cop at loggerheads with Jackie, Neeraj Vora as Sanjay Dutt’s right hand man, and Saurabh Shukla as a rival gangster. Navin Nischol makes a welcome appearance as the police chief who is confused about whether he should take up for Jackie or Aditya.
Anu Malik, Dev Kohli and Sameer join hands to sink Hindi film music into an abyss from which retrieval seems remote. Aila Re, Dil Mein Jigar Mein and She Gives Me Fever all vie for last place. Only a single-stanza song, Koi Mane Chahe Na Mane, about the dying child, is the way the rest of the numbers should have gone.
Jung was left incomplete by director Sanjay Gupta and the cast who fell out with the producer, but the surprise ending that has been worked out does the trick. Only they could have gone easy on the gore scenes in the hospital. The sight of a child coughing blood over and over again does not seem as `filmi’ as that of gangsters playing with ketchup.