Shabbir Penkar

This film has elements of action, comedy and emotional drama in colossal amounts never seen before in any movies, Indian or otherwise. Now let us examine each of these. Action: You have a scene where the super macho hero takes on an army of hundreds of vicious, trained assassins on his own with just a tiny hand axe while his own battalion of armed guards watch and sing from a distance. Of course the attackers all get killed or flee as they are no match for his 'animal' rage. Also, if you are rich and powerful you can get away with murdering thousands with innovative weapons anywhere in the world. India, England or Scotland. Police, army and law do not appear even as a footnote. Comedy: The film tries to pass vulgar and crass references to body parts, sex and bodily functions as funny. I found them pathetic. Emotions: A great lesson here. A father ignores his son over his multi billion businesses and that leads to his son becoming a monster who becomes a killing machine. All that to find his dad's attention. Later it is justified as the only way he could ensure his family's survival. So no problem there. Some movies are supposed to be a portal to a dream world where we suspend reality and live out our fantasies. But this one takes the cake, the biscuit, the doughnut and every type of baked confectionery known to me. The hero gets a heart transplant and immediately manages to wrestle a pehelwan and kill him with a dagger. The movie is inordinately long. Just when you think the hero has eliminated all his enemies and saved his family, we are introduced to the main villain, Bobby Deol who has to be killed. Why did I watch or sit through this movie in a theater? I am visiting a cold town in Northern England and had nothing to do one evening. As the movie progressed, I grew an animal rage against myself for choosing to watch it and in a sadistic punishment to self, I made myself sit through it. But this self inflicted pain has scarred me such that it will take a while to heal.