Here is a biopic of sorts that went wrong with the cast itself. When you chose a subject that is too close in time, its credibility takes a beating. More so, in times when honesty suffers a huge premium!
You get a lurking feel that Apoorva Lakhia was almost on the sly packaging Haseena to us as the woman more wronged than wrong. Though this was well within his artistic rights, he fails to come out in the open and there lies the catch.
The story deals with Haseena Parkar (Shradha Kapoor, in arguably the most laboured performance of recent times), who is first a witness to the growth of her brother Dawood Ibrahim and then a heir to his underworld in India even as he is still perceived as the most wanted criminal in India.
The film, the duration of which is just two hours, deals superficially with how the Bad Bro (Sidhanth Kapoor) take to crime and is hounded by the system. The script half-heartedly pushes the theory that society creates a criminal. The filmmaker obviously lacks the wherewithal to go the whole hog.
Even as the Don was forced to leave the country, Haseena Parkar gradually became an alternative seat of power. Charged of being the heir to his ill-gotten wealth in court scenes that would make BR Chopra shudder (leave alone Govind Nihlani), she recalls incidents of her life that force the audience to nearly empathise with her.
The filmmaker failed to show her as an anti-hero, as he was busy garnering sympathy for her and in the process made her fleshless Don with no punch or purpose in her character. You end up being more bored than appreciative or critical of the central character. Yes, you discern a certain romanticising of the D gang and leave without being sure where Haseena was in all this.
Shradha, who is a good artiste failed to translate her into the tough woman and left everything to her dialogue delivery.
The strength of the film is dialogues written by Chintan Gandhi, while its biggest failure was the choice of actors by Honey Tehran, the casting director. A story that could have been told with a lot of passion was told with tired theatrics and nothing more.