the overall writing is clunky. Artur Zurawski's camera work is efficient. Sachin-Jigar have composed a couple of foot-tapping numbers, which do not have recall but when they are playing, you find yourself grooving
Dutt's face is kept in close-up for much of the film, and there is still power in it. This is an actor who can explode off the screen, given the right story. Maybe he needs something much better told to vent his anger