This movie starts with a bang, but that's the only spark it has. It immediately grabs attention with riveting writing and screenplay, only to squander every ounce of potential in the most frustrating ways. As an Indian moviegoer, the initial intrigue stemmed from its ban, but after watching, it's clear the ban was the only reason anyone cared.
Raj Amit Kumar has taken what could have been a powerful concept and turned it into an outright disaster. The film is a grotesque waste of talent and resources. The hyper-sexualization throughout is not only unnecessary but downright problematic, overshadowing the themes it pretends to explore. The misuse of skilled actors is criminal, forcing them into caricatures rather than meaningful roles. Instead of achieving a balance between reality and fiction, the movie spirals into a confused, pretentious mess.
In the end, this isn't cinema-it's a shabby, self-indulgent art project that tries too hard to shock and provoke without offering substance. It's an insult to both filmmaking and the audience's intelligence.
