Watching this movie directed by Pushkar Oza and Sagar Ambre was not just a disappointment, but an outright insult to the art of filmmaking. It's a mind-numbing exercise in tedium, where every minute feels like an eternity of wasted potential. The screenplay is so devoid of life and creativity that it's as if the writers were actively trying to drain any semblance of entertainment from the film.
The dialogue, if you can even call it that, is a cringe-inducing parade of clichés and tired tropes that belong in the bargain bin of forgotten B-movies. It's painfully obvious that the duo directors have yet to grasp even the most basic principles of compelling storytelling. They seem content to rely on the crutch of big-name actors and a bloated production budget, mistakenly believing that flashy visuals and famous faces can compensate for a lack of substance.
But alas, no amount of star power or expensive set pieces can salvage this sinking ship of a film. It's a cinematic catastrophe of epic proportions, a slap in the face to anyone who values their time and intelligence. Save yourself the agony and steer clear of this train wreck unless, masochistically, you derive pleasure from subjecting yourself to two hours of soul-crushing mediocrity.
This is what happens when the producers not only bet on the inferior horses, but also hand them blinders and expect them to win the race. It's a disgraceful display of incompetence that tarnishes the reputation of everyone involved, leaving a stain on the industry that may never wash away.
The dialogue, if you can even call it that, is a cringe-inducing parade of clichés and tired tropes that belong in the bargain bin of forgotten B-movies. It's painfully obvious that the duo directors have yet to grasp even the most basic principles of compelling storytelling. They seem content to rely on the crutch of big-name actors and a bloated production budget, mistakenly believing that flashy visuals and famous faces can compensate for a lack of substance.
But alas, no amount of star power or expensive set pieces can salvage this sinking ship of a film. It's a cinematic catastrophe of epic proportions, a slap in the face to anyone who values their time and intelligence. Save yourself the agony and steer clear of this train wreck unless, masochistically, you derive pleasure from subjecting yourself to two hours of soul-crushing mediocrity.
This is what happens when the producers not only bet on the inferior horses, but also hand them blinders and expect them to win the race. It's a disgraceful display of incompetence that tarnishes the reputation of everyone involved, leaving a stain on the industry that may never wash away.