The one redeeming factor in this mixture of Hollywood-like thrills and desi kitsch is the effort at projecting a social conscience... Never mind if this conscience is extended into a film that never goes beyond the portals of a potboiler.
Harry Baweja tries. He takes a major part of the narrative to London where a mute girl Amisha Patel tries to run away from three murderous porn racketeers.
Mukesh Rishi, Mukesh Tiwari and Murli Sharma are truly repugnant in their sleazy avatars. They uphold the film's theme of voyeuristic viciousness with ghoulish delight, stabbing poor Neha Dhupia in her abdomen repeatedly until the mute Amisha threatens to scream for mercy.
Trouble is, Harry Baweja's new film lives in a house divided. It wants to emulate the slick Hollywood thrillers. But it also wants to incorporate potboiler elements from Hindi cinema.