Hritika Raj

⭐ 1/5 (and that one star is purely because it’s cute how Mohit Suri tried.) Beyond that? Don’t waste your precious money on this giant pile of cinematic confusion. People are out here saying, “I went in to hate it, but came out loving it.” Really? What exactly did you love? The zero chemistry? The cinematography that never showed up? The plot running in seven directions none of them toward coherence? It’s honestly hilarious how people this rich, with every opportunity in the industry, still can’t manage to deliver a basic good film. And then they whine about the audience not supporting Bollywood. Bro, have you seen your acting? It feels like every scene was lifted straight from Joey Tribbiani’s “Do I smell a fart?” Masterclass. Character arcs? Flat. And no staring at stars in slow motion and whispering lines in 0.5x speed does not count as emotional depth. Also, when did diseases start hitting like horror jump scares? The doctor says “You have it,” and boom she’s collapsing in the next frame? Kuch bhi. Now let’s get into the logistics. The guy can’t afford his father’s rehab, but somehow owns a Harley, stays in a private Alibaug resort, uses an Apple desktop, has studio-grade headphones, and walks around in Nike Air Force 1s??