Woefully, for the first twenty minutes of this abused Bollywood theme (saviors vs villains) my impulse was to run, demand a refund, conserve my sanity, luxuriate in the freedom of three undetermined hours; reasoning aside, I remained.
Ajay Devgan is the Eastern composite of: Sylvester Stallone, Charles Bronson, Bruce Willis, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tom Cruise; superheroes who have felled thousands of the nefarious, surviving unscathed; he is smoldering swarthiness, a honed, ageing Mr. Universe, throbbing muscle and might, protecting a malleable heart. He plays dual roles: shrewd, cunning killer/sensitive, ultraistic mensch; both demanding aerobic agility.
Director Prabhudeva dishes voluminous confusion, excessive choreographed violence; gorgeous, pneumatic, intellectually- bereft women, whose solitary goal is to dance, multi-outfitted on every mountain top in the world, languishing, starry-eyed in the arms of her Lothario, a saccharine infusion that lends nothing to the scenario; bastardized animation fails to add levity or legitimacy to the circuitous plot. The dance and battle sequences are abysmally long, sapping energy from an already paroxysm-depleted audience.
Applause and kudos should be visited upon the personal trainers and health clubs responsible for the digital perfection of its stars; all else should be ignored.
ONE & 1/2 STARS!!