Shahrukh Khan's foray into meaningful cinema has received yet another jolt. It's time that he accepts the harsh reality .

My Name is Khan is a perfect illustration of that.

To begin with let us examine the Director of this movie and his ingenuous skill in making a fool of himself and everybody who participated in the creation of this three hour misadventure. All the events in the movie start abruptly , end abruptly and needless to say leave no impression on anybody's mind. The Director has tried his best to ruin the screen presence of all his key players. Shahrukh's Reebok shoes were the only lucky fellows, for enjoying a rather prolonged presence in the camera's lens.

Moving on to the screenplay and story. A stale plot and social message. The same old tendencies to blame it all on 9/11. The writer was a bit confused I guess. Shahrukh's ailment, whose nature was quite conveniently displayed on the screen at the beginning of the movie is too hard for any reasonable man to understand. The writer made Shahrukh's character a self contradictory specimen. His mental condition takes U-turns throughout the movie. Sometimes he is as bright as the sun and sometimes as gullible as a Kunal Kohli fan.

It is quite sad to note that the writer failed to accurately and clearly bring forth the ailment in an intelligent manner .

Shahrukh's acting . One word for it. Can't write it out here. Undoubtedly one of his better works but seriously ......he should reconsider making tall claims about his Kingdom in Bollywood.

At the end of the movie I felt defrauded, cheated and swindled out of my money and time. I have seen bad cinema but this one sets new standards. Of course Shahrukh's Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi gives it tough competition.