There is something undeniably stirring and faintly amusing about watching Anil Kapoor storm through Subedaar like an ageing Rambo who has swapped jungle warfare for small-town corruption. At 69, Kapoor moves with astonishing conviction, throwing punches, absorbing blows and delivering stern glances as though retirement were merely a bureaucratic inconvenience. The film, truth be told, leans heavily on his presence. Strip away Anil Kapoor and you have a fairly standard action template; keep him, and you have gravitas, nostalgia and sinew holding the enterprise together.