Don’t expect the film to work with non-Salman movie goers because it’s amateurishly written, and clearly weighed down by bad direction, pretentious dialogues and poor performances.

“Race 3” is a minefield of meme-worthy moments, replete with hilarious dialogue, a plot ripe for parody and abysmal acting.

Race 3 is a funny, kitschy and audacious film. In between the action shots (clearly where most of the money has been spent, after bhai), the film tends to make you go “what the hell just happened” more times than you can count.

Race 3 is saved because of an engaging post-interval portion. Despite the terribly dull first half, it will do decent business. Since its cost of production has already been recovered from sale of non-theatrical rights, shares from India and Overseas theatrical revenues will be good enough to generate handsome profits to the producers. But those distributors, who have acquired the rights at very high prices, would lose a small part of their investments. It will definitely not qualify as a box-office hit because of the poor pre-interval portion. Collections on second day (Eid) and third day (post-Eid; Sunday) will be phenomenal.

Let me make an honest confession. I had high expectations from Race 3. Definitely not regarding logic and plausibility; I was looking forward to some plain, unadulterated, old-fashioned cheese on screen to top off the coffee, mini samosas and cream donut on my snacks tray. Sadly, I must report that all I got in this family saga of globalised NRI goons is some stale taste of sheer inanity and randomness.