All hail He-who-must-not-be-hailed. All hail Emranus Hashmius, Commander of the Mafioso of Hong Kong, loyal servant to the one true emperor - * roll the drum machine * Maula! 50 times, followed by random guitar solo by Pritam, followed by another 50 runs of Maula! * re-roll the drum machine *

Highly Hashamed though I am to admit, this is the first Emran movie I've seen, let alone any of his collaborations with the Bhatt camp. Now that the confession is out of the way, the realization - there's really no need to see any of his other flicks. He did whatever can possibly be done by an Indian filmstar - he matched Rajnikant punch-for-punch for God's sake! And he didn't stop there - he used weapons as varied as the Rampuri, the 9mm Beretta, the sawed-off shotgun, and every weapon imaginable except the Hattori Hanzo. Despite the fact that almost the entire movie is shot in Hong Kong. Which made me realize the extent to which the sub-continental mafia has spread its wings. And all this while I thought that India was behind China in terms of population. Anyway, back to Emran - he played the supreme self-sacrificing lovelorn atheistic petty-robber-turned-hardened-criminal who gets 30-minute long flashbacks, attains nirvana on entering a monastery and in the blink of an eye turns into a staunch believer. I won't spill the beans. Nothing to spill really - he's after all our Gladiator.

Pritam's soundtrack is immensely tolerable when compared to any of Himesh's works, and...

the lavish expenditure by the Bhatts is also worth a mention. Otherwise, cliche after cliche backed by amateur acting brings me to my bottomline: the Hashmi-Bhatt virgin that was me finally got screwed. And royally at that.