Oh, where do I begin with this masterpiece of cinematic brilliance? The basic concept is nothing short of a genius concoction of utter nonsense, a true testament to the filmmaker's disdain for logic and coherence.
The story and narration? Absolutely bonkers, as if scripted by someone who had never encountered the notion of a coherent plot.
The screenplay? Well, it's a treasure trove of stupidity, with scenes so bafflingly idiotic you can't help but marvel at the audacity.
And the dialogues? Pure poetry, if your idea of poetry is a series of ludicrously silly exchanges that would make a toddler cringe.
Ah, the direction! Equally stunning in its mediocrity. A masterclass in how not to direct a movie.
Ashish's acting is a revelation, in the sense that it's below average even on a good day, with dialogue delivery that sounds like he's reading a grocery list.
Vaishnavi, bless her heart, gave it her all, which is commendable given the material she had to work with.
The rest of the cast? They tried, oh how they tried, valiantly attempting to make something out of the cinematic equivalent of a dumpster fire.
The art work and cinematography are good, which is a delightful contrast to the train wreck unfolding on screen.
And the music? It's okay, in the way that elevator music is okay - it's there, it's passable, but it certainly doesn't save the day.
Watch this film only if you're in the mood for some self-inflicted torture. It's a true marvel of modern filmmaking, designed to test the limits of your sanity.
The story and narration? Absolutely bonkers, as if scripted by someone who had never encountered the notion of a coherent plot.
The screenplay? Well, it's a treasure trove of stupidity, with scenes so bafflingly idiotic you can't help but marvel at the audacity.
And the dialogues? Pure poetry, if your idea of poetry is a series of ludicrously silly exchanges that would make a toddler cringe.
Ah, the direction! Equally stunning in its mediocrity. A masterclass in how not to direct a movie.
Ashish's acting is a revelation, in the sense that it's below average even on a good day, with dialogue delivery that sounds like he's reading a grocery list.
Vaishnavi, bless her heart, gave it her all, which is commendable given the material she had to work with.
The rest of the cast? They tried, oh how they tried, valiantly attempting to make something out of the cinematic equivalent of a dumpster fire.
The art work and cinematography are good, which is a delightful contrast to the train wreck unfolding on screen.
And the music? It's okay, in the way that elevator music is okay - it's there, it's passable, but it certainly doesn't save the day.
Watch this film only if you're in the mood for some self-inflicted torture. It's a true marvel of modern filmmaking, designed to test the limits of your sanity.
