In the dying moments of the film a
character in the film says: Kabhi kabhi haemin Zindagi mein sirf dard ke
saath jeena padtha hain” (sometimes in life we have to live with only
pain). I guess this sums up the time in the theatre watching this vitriolic
film. Vishal Pandya is making a career of selling and celebrating hate and this
outing is not any different. At the end of about two hours of contrived twists
you yawn to self-resignation and wonder what this definition of entertainment
or creativity is when nurtured I such multiple layers of hate revenge and
blood.
Be it the idealism of the 50s, the romance of the sixties or even the anger of
the seventies our cinema always reflected the national mood. Is hate the
present? Akin to the products of the Bhatt factory this cinema throws reels and
reels of human depravity at you and calls it entertainment. To be fair, the
promos promise just that and the film offers threw to character.
Two business tycoons Rahul (Rajneesh Duggal) and Karan (Himanshoo) are pals at
logger heads. They have reasons to hunt together and reasons to oppose. With
Rahul’s tv center exposing a corrupt police officers killing alive, the police
hunt him. Supporting the IO Sameer (Sharman Joshi) is his lawyer Ranvir
(Gurmeet) and supporting Rahul is Siya (Sana Khan). The two lawyers are in
love. Who is behind hacking the tv channel and making public the killings and
why is what the script is about.
In a thriller, it is important to avoid clichés but this time round the film
maker prefers to get templates from the archives of the genre. The acting is
wholly uninspired and it is obvious that they had a task on hand and were
delivering halfheartedly. Even the music is a mixed bag with the title song
being imminently hummable and the remix of old numbers being a hash. The lead
pair the hot scenes notwithstanding share to discernible chemistry. They carry
a wooden expression at all points in time and the finale gets loud without any
reason. In the midst of all this it looks like Sharman Joshi the one lone sane
element has been hijacked into the script and is asked to deliver at gun point.
You are likely to walk out of the film very bored and tired and look back at
the guy who gave you the tickets and say: Wajah tum ho.
L. Ravichander.