Notwithstanding its fallibility, the film prepones an idea worth sitting with.
The long-expected film Neelofar opens to the obelisk of Mahnoor
the late wife of Mansoor Ali Khan, played by Fawad Khan, before preceding in introducing the viewer to a present-day literary world shaped by him. Mansoor, settled in Dubai for almost a decade, is in Lahore for a book tour, seated across Sarwat Gilani for an in-person interview.
Sarah, played by Madiha Imam, manages the chaos around him, makes an attempt to contain an audience that wants access to an author not social media savvy. A TikToker pushes in for a quick selfie, signalling the cultural tone the film intends to take.
Following the interview, Sarah schedules an appointment with a doctor, noticing Mansoor’s difficulty reading during events. At the eye clinic, he meets the visually impaired Neelofar, played by Mahira Khan. and the film treats this aspect of her character with respectful softness. Their connect starts as a brief interaction, then gradually escalates into a winter romance set against Lahore’s familiar backdrop of misty evenings, old streets, and warm lights.
The first half of the film dwells on their developing bond. It opts to slow pacing, letting long silences and gentle moments without urgency and finally the story pivots.
The second half brings in themes of rapid digital culture, misinformation, tabloid-style sensationalism and the emotional strain placed on public figures. Fame begins to feel like a crowded room with no exits, where privacy becomes a luxury and personal boundaries slip out of one’s control. Their bond, Mansoor’s work and the world around them begin to clash with public scrutiny, putting pressure on every character involved.
By the final arc, the film interwinds love, loss, reputation, and the high cost of visibility. Some ties remain loose, but the emotional tone stays firm: fame comes at a price, and silence often carries heavier truths than words.
Watching Fawad Khan and Mahira Khan together again after
The Legend Of Maula Jatt naturally raises expectations. Their chemistry has history, screen presence, and a dedicated fanbase, yet, the connection on display in Neelofar was slightly muted. Both deliver controlled, nuanced performances — Fawad’s diction, restraint and emotional grip feel precise, Mahira brings warmth and a calm intensity required of her role.
Individually, each holds the frame with confidence. When Fawad walks around the streets of Lahore after the social media fiasco, he shows restraint in displaying emotions, but his eyes convey his thoughts clearly and precisely.
Mahira, too, brings softness and resilience as and when required, be it her struggle with a cassette tape, or her quiet indulgence in her art, but when the two share space, that emotional pull and tension between them remains too subtle. The film positions them as a pair looking forward to romance, longing, and poetic exchanges, but the energy between them remains calculated and curtailed, case in point: the late-night phone conversation. They move together, speak together, but the connection rarely stretches beyond polished familiarity.
The script demands a deeper spark, but the scenes glide past instead of landing with weight. This essentially keeps the relationship from rising to its intended intensity. The film wants a crescendo and reaches only a mid-level hum.
The first half takes its precious time to set the emotional tone of the movie. Some edits could have tightened the rhythm, giving the story more sharpness. When the second half accelerates, the sudden shift in pace brings inconsistency. Important themes such as digital aggression, viral misinformation, and the weight of public attention appear suddenly, then race forward without enough breathing room. The ideas matter and the commentary has value, but the transitions feel abrupt.
One central strength lies in the city. Lahore becomes a character: winter fog, gola ganda, dhaba tea, the calm minarets of the Badshahi Mosque, old havelis, the lived-in colours of Heera Mandi. The director shows the city without beautifying it into perfection — the textures remain real, unpolished and familiar. Fawad’s winter wardrobe adds an understated charm to the frames, fitting seamlessly into the atmosphere.
The dialogue in the film hold emotional weight. Mansoor’s line, “Mera qalm waqeel hai aur dil gawaah (My pen is my attorney, my heart, a witness),” lands strongly when questioned about writing a deeply personal story. Gohar Rasheed’s moment, “Hero ban jatay hain leken hero rehnay nahe detey (We become heroes but no one lets us remain heroes),” hits hard as a commentary on bans, censorship and the slow suffocation of public figures who retreat into silence to protect themselves. These lines lift the film when the plot dips.
Supporting roles helped anchor the emotional texture. Behroze Sabzwari as Fakhroo Chacha brings warmth through a Pashto-accented Urdu that adds charm without exaggeration. Atiqa Odho’s brief presence adds seniority and calm, though her character’s involvement in resolving the social media chaos felt incomplete (again). The script hinted at her influence but never showed the actual resolution, leaving a noticeable gap.
Neelofar often hovers between romance and commentary. At times, it lands. At times, it drifts. The leads deserved to be written with sharper edges and deeper layers.
Their star status shouldn’t serve as a shield. Familiarity with the audience, years of goodwill and an established screen presence do not automatically guarantee strong output. Both Mahira and Fawad have delivered uneven work in the past, and this film reflects that pattern. The performances feel careful, sometimes too careful, as if both are relying on their established image instead of pushing into uncomfortable emotional corners.
The director’s choices amplify this. Instead of challenging them or drawing out layered moments, the film settles for safe beats. That safety dilutes the impact of two actors who are capable of far more than what appears here. But the responsibility for this sits on the shoulders of everyone involved, not just the creative lead.
Still, Neelofar brings forward an idea worth sitting with: attention can swallow people whole. Fame is not all hunky dory to handle; it comes with its cost, and that cost is privacy, space, something that must only belong to you (whether it is relationships, unwritten words, or unspoken truths. It demands a constant giving up of that which belongs to the self. The film presents this with a calm tone instead of melodrama, which gives it quiet strength.
Neelofar may not hit every note, but it brings mood, texture and a steady reflection on how love and privacy survive in a world ready to turn anyone into a headline.
News Edit KV Raman
