The film is an honest attempt and has its heart in the right place. But it takes too much time to unfold. Almost until the intermission, there’s little happening in the film to keep the viewer involved. In the second half, the film picks up pace but ends on an abrupt note. It is heavily laced with shayari and justifies its title only towards the end. If you want a virtual tour of the valley, you can give the film a shot. As far as a total cinematic experience goes, My Father Iqbal misses the mark