The movie is slow in setting up the story, lazy in the most dramatic moments and hackneyed in its treatment. I think the time has long gone when we as audiences will sit through another choreographed song with synchronized dancers in the back one. Really, how much different is it from Sridevi and Jeetendra dancing with the pots? Really old bad wine in new bottles does not make it more palatable. Its high time movie makers jettisoned such stock dances and the dream love song in the mountains/desert/atop pyramids after love has been declared. Its only acceptable to necking couples at the back who are looking for the never ending show.
Newcomers Sunny Gill as Rohan and Simran Kaur Mundi as Neha show no promise whatsoever. He has bad teeth and a confused look in the most serious scene in the movie. She tells him she has aborted their child and he has this I am from Mars and speakee no Venusese kind of expression on his face. She is sort of good looking and has a lovely soft voice which she should use maybe to make a career in dubbing. Her acting talents are slightly better than his though even she rolls her eyes and looks confused when hit with the word love. Achint Kaur as the socialite is sleek and sophisticated. Ally Khan as the broker who uses him to stay ahead is underutilised. He could have been given a meatier role, which would have livened up proceedings considerably. Samir Varmani and Mansi Multani who play the best friends respectively are tolerable. The guy I really liked is the rich boy in the firm called Akash. He gets some five lines but delivers them with more spunk than the entire cast put together.
The only good scene in the movie is when Nehas girlfriend knees him where it hurts and throws vegetable refuse at him when he comes to woo her back. At least there was some fire there. The only other thing I liked was the way Mumbai has been shown. A lovely blue sea and the skyscrapers look washed somehow. Nice.
Well, another two hours spent in your service, dear reader, is all I can say.