The film asks some pertinent questions and presents its politics fairly well, but the writing (which goes the over-expository route) and the generic cinematic styles employed make it a somewhat middling affair. Everything in the film is dialed to eleven, especially when it comes to lengthy monologuing. I felt the director took way too much time to make a certain character's death look like a big deal and then struggled to put the twists and backstories across with conviction. When around forty-five minutes of the film remained, I wondered how the makers were planning to change my mind about a certain opinion it presented in the first half, especially with Prithviraj's loud lawyer character going bonkers.
While they managed to cover up some of the larger potholes, it wasn't the most easy drive. The narrative often feels disjointed, switching between "okay", "wow", and "meh". The character of Saba (played by a miscast Mamta), whom the film majorly revolves around, is conceived in broad strokes - virtuous, upright, and almost saintly. Suraj adds one more to his list of restrained, grey-shaded performances while Prithvi simply roars his way through the second half. The extended climax, which packs too much information about the sequel, could've been replaced with a subtle tease. But that's the fundamental issue with the film - it revels in its talkathons, its expositions, its overplays.
