The film banks on a wafer-thin plot of an ayurvedic expert, Puran (Sunny Deol), who cures his patients with a magic preparation. When a pharmaceutical company approaches him for this recipe, he turns them down. However, his brother, Kaala (Bobby Deol) sells his soul to the enemy. A woman called Cheeku (Kriti Kharbanda) manages to seduce Kaala, and, before they know it, the company drags them to court for violation of their patent rights. This point marks the entry of the incorrigible tenant, Parmar (Dharmendra), who dons a lawyer’s cape to fight for the boys.
If one gives it a second thought, the story is promising. But, it fails at the execution level. The lingering imagery that stays with you post the excruciating 148 minutes is that of the drunk alcoholics, all of who are too loud to like.
The dialogues lack spunk, managing to cater to the IQ of teens only. There are ample jokes to pit Punjabis against Gujaratis. Of course, given that it’s helmed by the Deols, the writers were certain to give the Punjabis the edge. Sample this, Punjabis are portrayed as big-hearted people, further credited for being non-vegetarians with a greater tolerance for alcohol when compared to a vegetarian, teetotaling Gujju. Playing on regional divide in this day and age isn’t particularly celebrated. The film harps on it incessantly in a rather puerile fashion. There is a sense of laziness that’s evident from director Navaniat Singh’s approach. He doesn’t even try to make a watchable film.
It is painful to learn that Dharmendra agreed to do this film. Unfortunately, Kharbanda too invariably ends up in movies that don’t match her potential. Avoid this migraine-inducing massacre of a movie that is so unimpressive that even cinema legends can’t save it.