Yes, he Khan

After She Passes, Khan carries on. To America - where he's told he has Asperger's Syndrome, and quickly memorises the symptoms - and, to love. It is an improbable love story between the unlikely door-to-door salesman and the hairdresser, but Khan's persistence carries the day, despite the cinematic tropes and the too-easy start to the romance. It works only because by now, you're rooting for the man. 

Kajol [Images] plays Mandir, the love of his life. Her character is a wishy-washy one, forcing the actress Thurs exaggerate both Glee and glum. She comes across as a bit too shrill in the happy bits, a bit too forced in The Saddest Ones, but there's no denying their chemistry now legendary. Kajol Khan looks at as if she wants him in every way possible, and this shows in every glance she throws at him, however cursory. And Khan, traditionally her Cocky, defiantly take-charge lover, in this film looks away and giggles, covering his face awkwardly - it's immensely hard to not warm up to Rizwan. 

The film starts off with significant moderation, skirting away from heavy background score cues and demonstrating wonderful economy in telling Khan's back story. Post-intermission, though, there simply does not seem to be enough of a tale to tell. Absolved of Intrigue, the story unspools sporadically and ends up a fair bit too long. Yet My Name Is Khan does far more good than it does bad, a mainstream film taking more than a few steps in the right direction. 

And so, on the grand but workably Operatic Tragedy, we see Khan taken in by a kindly black woman with a heart of gold, and him single-handedly Bailing out (literally) a tiny village in Georgia where cows outnumber humans, three to one. We see the birth of an icon, and while this is markedly simplistic an arc for a Protagonist Thurs Travers, the man himself it sells rather well,Read More Story,http://movies.rediff.com/report/2010/feb/12/review-mnik.htm

Yes, he Khan