There should have been statutory warning at the start of this film, just like they have on cigarette packets and which is now mandatory before the screening of every film in a theatre.
CIGARETTE KI TARAH, a debut film for Bhoop Yaduvanshi, and I guess a debut for its director Harjeet Virk as well, is one of those films that makes you wonder why so much money was invested in something that is a disaster from scene one.
To begin with, the story is so blase it begs the question of it being made into a movie. The plot moves according to the whims of the director with no clear-cut motives. So if in one scene you have the hero bashing established, dreaded goons in Kanpur, in the next, he is in Goa working for a drug lord.
He romances (with his eyes) any voluptuous girl that comes within his range and shamelessly follows one without any motive with dialogues so sad, that even a college crew would have come up with better lines.
But the best part of the film is Prashant Narayanan. He plays an inspector from Haryana who is posted in Goa. He makes his character look so real that you wonder how he could transform such gibberish into a class act. He breathes fire into his role, as though this was the last role of his life.
If you do decide to watch this movie, do it only for his performance.