Never quite [becomes] the great retro chic gangster flick that it sets out to be.

OUTIM doesn't go beyond the obvious and essentially remains nothing more than a straightforward tale about how the new order takes over from the old in the underworld hierarchy.

Few actors in mainstream films manage a self-assured, under-stated swagger, convey so much silently, sometimes just with their glance and droopy eyes... Bachchan perfected it as the 'angry young man'. Devgn, you can tell, is his fine successor.

Once Again, you're still reading this review. Stop and go buy a ticket. Now!