Bar dancer Tarannum Khan financed C-grade movies at her prime, only to have an F-grade film “loosely based” on her made a decade later.
…if this is a sign of things to come in 2015, I might consider alternate career options.

Mumbai Can Dance Saala desperately works towards portraying Tarannum as a harmless victim. Never mind the intent, the execution is so unbearably silly that you don’t give a damn about Tarannum or her sob story. The film is so excruciatingly boring that it might change the opinion of those who were against the shutting down of dance bars.