Jokes aside, this is a joke of a film.

Machine retreads formula tropes that, by all reckoning, went out of vogue in the last millennium. They look completely out of place in a film that aspires to give Bollywood a male star of the future.

This machine has been put together without any manual and starts falling apart as soon as it is turned on.

The film is a complete disservice to Mustafa, who looks like a romantic hero but made to act like a heartless killer, something which doesn't suit him at all.