At no level in Dhoka: Round D Corner does the strain construct up because it goes shortly from thriller to unintentional comedy, sighs Deepa Gahlot.
While the opening credit of Dhoka: Round D Corner are on, the romance, marriage and marital woes of Yatharth and Sanchi Sinha are portrayed with brisk economic system.
Then two hours of a messy hostage drama comply with.
An escaped Kashmiri terrorist Haq Gul (Aparshakti Khurana), barges into the Sinhas’ South Mumbai house and takes Sanchi (Khushalii Kumar) hostage.
Yatharth (R Madhavan) had left for work after a quarrel along with his spouse and when he will get again to his constructing, there are cops crawling in all places, below the command of Malik (Darshan Kumaar).
Gul is armed with a single pistol and calls for the discharge of considered one of his pals, a big sum of cash and a getaway car.
There is police and media commotion exterior, whereas contained in the flat, Sanchi is in full femme fatale mode, in clingy sari and low-cut, sleeveless, shirt, seeming unafraid of Gul.
Then Yatharth reveals that she is below psychiatric therapy for psychological sickness, and if she will not be given her medicine on time, she may very well be harmful.
The movie, directed by Kookie Gulati, goes shortly from thriller to unintentional comedy, as a tv anchor shouts in regards to the nation desirous to know, the cops camped exterior the house appear like they’re having a tea occasion, and a spokesperson of the central authorities retains threatening to ship the National Security Guard. Seriously!
For one pathetic gunman who might have been taken out by a skilled sniper in just a few seconds and finish the movie earlier than it bought much more ridiculous.
But no, it desires to make some pseudo profound assertion in regards to the subjectivity of reality — the tales that the characters inform in regards to the incidents previous the day’s disaster are all completely different.
So who’s to be believed?
At no level within the movie does the strain construct up. The viewers will not be invested within the destiny of any character.
The weirdest of the lot is the sad-eyed Gul, who should be essentially the most inept terrorist of all time.
Actors who’ve completed higher work of their earlier movies, flounder within the knee-deep absurdity, whereas Khushalii Kumar, making her debut with a fancy position, is unable to deal with it.
Mercifully, the movie doesn’t have songs (although the loud background rating is deafening sufficient), and the comparatively brief working time feels interminable.