With its incoherent subplots and all its silly dialogues that would embarrass even David Dhawan’s dialogue writer, Ungli becomes a shadow of what it could have been.

The promos — with its kitschy Paaji Tussi Such a Pussycat song — promised a quirky entertainer from the makers of the poignant Shor in the City and the fun Go Goa Gone. But what it becomes, at the end of it, is the kind of film it thinks it’s making fun of.