Both Urvil and the woman who calls herself Celina realise that a little bit of unthinking lust can cause, um, complications.
That he, self-confessed Casanova who is always adding another notch on his well-shucked belt, can’t get her out of his head, and she, mysterious lady of the night, can’t be bothered, is the cool curve the film throws out. But it is unable to build on it, remaining yet another stab at a ‘desi’ ‘Fatal Attraction, saddled with an inept plot and shallow acts.
Sunny Leone has fallen into a bad bad script and bad direction altogether that may put a bad impression on the audiences.
Right now, she is gorgeous to look at, but we know that already, and struggling to emote, which has been her bugbear in her last few outings as well. The only person with any acting cred here is Ninad Kamat, who lifts the film whenever he is on.