John Abraham is strictly one-note, which may be how dour cops are meant to come off, but it becomes same-same in a screenplay stretched to show off a well-muscled chest.

John Abraham tries hard but this police drama isn’t arresting enough…

Unlike Madras Cafe, however, Abraham’s Kumar sulks big time throughout the film in an effort to win your sympathy for facing the consequences of doing his job as an honest and upright police officer.

Mrunal Thakur and Ravi Kishen barely have anything to do.

The film leaves you with a feeling that it had the potential to be an absolute humdinger. But stray flashes apart, the dramatized true story drifts too far from the heart of the matter without delivering the expected drama

The protagonist, as we always know, is never in any real danger of losing either his job or credibility because the film clearly establishes the sequence of events early on. The Rashomon Effect, contradictory interpretations of a single event, is only introduced towards the end. By then, the film’s conclusion is like most other police encounters. Fairly predictable.

John Abraham’s dramatic film seems burdened by its patriotic ambitions…