between Shoaib and Aslam, and here’s where I have a quibble. Any self-respecting goody-two-shoes heroine like Jasmine locked into what used to be such a Hindi cinema staple—the triangle-- should make her interest clear. Why confuse us? You should see this wench making up to Shoaib, and then screaming: ‘Par maine tumhe uss nazar se kabhi dekha nahin’, or words to that effect. Really? Then what was she doing batting her eyelids at him? And she’s a near-avuncular pal to Aslam before she gets all dewy all of a sudden. Such complexity in a lead actress of a movie like this is most unfair.
I missed Ajay Devgn and Emran Hashmi of the original, who made credible ‘bhais’, and carried off those rhyming dialogues. Akshay Kumar lacks menace and quickens only when those glasses are off his face, which doesn’t happen too often in the film . And his delivery is a drone, crackling strictly in a couple of moments. Imran is too clean-cut to be a goon, especially one that’s meant to be grimy. Nice to see Sonali Bendre back, though, even if in a cameo: as Shoaib’s wife/consort, she is looking weathered, and more interesting .
After all the shoot-outs and bang-bangs are over, you are left with a film which leaves you with so little new that you wonder if there’s any juice left in this style of retro gangsta flick. Or are we heading for a third-time-in-Mumbai-Tibara?