Nana Patekar

Plot: Missing. Jokes: Written by 13-year-old boys( but i think even they know how to write some good content). Characters: Mainly boobs with legs. Takeaway: I walked out and gained IQ points. Star: 0/5 but google wont let me give 0 --- The film opens with a new actress bending down — and all the male characters bend with her, like they’ve never seen a chest before. That moment sets the tone: objectify, ogle, repeat. Her costumes? Crafted purely to highlight her body. Her purpose in the film? None. Just to be stared at. The women in this movie exist only to be drooled over. They have less dialogue and more cleavage shots than a late-night B-grade flick. Empowerment? Never heard of it. --- 🎭 Acting If acting was swimming, this cast was drowning in shallow water. Everyone flailed around like untrained extras in a school play — not even laughable, just confusing. --- 🧠 Plot You’d think a movie with "thrill" and "suspense" would give us... well, something. Instead, it throws characters from all angles like the director had a clearance sale on side roles. It’s like a school function — everyone had to be included, even if they didn’t fit. --- 🥴 Overall This wasn’t a film. This was a compilation of loud music, horny glances, and camera angles obsessed with the female anatomy. I left halfway, not out of offense — but because my soul requested mercy.