Guess if Saif saw this film, he’d take a somersault. Truly, it must be a film pulled out from the cans after almost a decade, since both Saif and Pooja Bhatt look like newbies: young, fresh and completely awkward before the camera. And if that’s not troubling enough, there’s also Sheeba and Atul Agnihotri (remember them?) to remind you of how moth-balled this film actually is. Specially since the two have long retired from active Bollywood.
Of course the film falls short in several other departments too. Like, the plot which is as convoluted as the going-nowhere romances of the 1990s.Saif, a veritable playboy, gets serious about Pooja Bhatt, only to find out it’s too late to turn over a new leaf. There are too many skeletons (read dumped girl friends, dying for revenge) in his sordid past, to allow him to settle down happily ever after with the girl of his dreams. Also, there’s the mysterious Atul Agnihotri too, who poses as his friend and paints strange pictures of funeral pyres in his house.
Somersault time for us too, unless you’d like to watch Pooja wilting, Saif sobbing and Atul sleepwalking.