We are not sure what was intended to be the narrative in this plot but despite hot bods and people on perpetual vacations and in a heist attempt at the Indian Presidential palace thrown into the pot.

If you have ever been to the city of Delhi, stop here. The town looks whitewashed, glossed up with roads sans ditches made for high-speed car chases.

We do not know if looking at taut, visually appealing bodies of Sushant Singh Rajput or Jacqueline Fernandez would compensate for the paucity of a story to tell.

Even Pankaj Tripathi and Boman Irani fail to make the nonexistent story magically appear.

What the movie did ended up driving away was our attention. If we weren’t getting paid to review this, we would have never sat through the unimaginative torture that we signed up for. I know for sure I had my insta-no end scrolling going on on the side while trying to look for the next Jackie ramp walk.