I get it. I really get it. Now stop beating me over the head with that.
Azhar never fixed matches. Or rather, as the film Azhar tells us, he pretended to fix matches so that he could catch the real match fixers.
And Sanjay Dutt was never a terrorist.
And that car was self-driven.
I have often wondered why some of our flawed heroes, and let us all agree, Bhakts and Sickulars, that Azhar and Sanjay Dutt are as flawed as they come, have this obsessive need to establish that they are innocent.
Whether they got away lightly or took more than their share of punishment, the truth is that they have done their time. They don’t need to sway public opinion just to get a good verdict.
Sure, Azhar might have a political career and Sanjay Dutt may be contemplating embarking on one, given that his salad days of flexing muscles and Ey Shivani-ing is almost all but over, and that might seem to be reason enough to go all heavy with the PR.
But I don’t think that is the reason “Azhar” exists. Or “Sanju”.
They exist because the enormous egos that have their names in the titles of the films actually, really, deeply want you to believe they are good people.
And only when you do, only then, can they themselves believe they are.