When this film begins, you see hot wheels, hotter girls, lots of revving cars, and some chatter about racing and winning. So you think ok then, that’s what Drive is all about. But no, that’s not what it is about. Or shall we say, that’s not what it is ALL about.
Our attention is drawn to a bunch of thieves burgling a jewellery store. Some other thieves are tracking those ‘chors’. For what purpose? Don’t ask. Everyone is dressed like they just got off the sets of Oceans 11/12 etc. I told you, don’t ask, didn’t I?
In yet another strand, a bunch of government officials are trying to track the stolen ‘maal’. There’s a staid-looking middle-aged lady who is an expert at creaming off the top. Any top. Accompanying her is a colleague (Tripathi) who follows orders when he is not slapping about some reedy fellow. And hovering over them is a PM-ke-daftar-se type (Irani) who is meant to solve all these mysteries.
Somewhere in the middle of this mess, we see a sleek, well-combed guy (Rajput) trying to keep pace with a leggy, tumble-locked, pink-lipped gal (Fernandez), who likes hanging out with a buffed-up, inked character (Virk) who seems to have a soft spot for a pretty young thing (Pabbi). They are mostly to be found in a garage/hangar/den strewn with Ipads and computers and sundry extras who show up to cheer now and then. They, psst, speak in ‘patri-code’. Huh?
Everyone is chasing everyone else. Did I tell you that Rashtrapati Bhavan becomes a location in this movie? That’s right. It is shown to be a warren of walkie-talkies and CCTVs and uniformed guards and a museum-like large room where there are paintings strewn about, and which has, yes, shhh, a secret room.
The girls look all blow-dried and cat-walk ready, and break into dance whenever they need a break. A song goes, Karma is a bitch. Or a snitch? Who knows? And looking at the plot, or what passes for it, who cares? Who are the real ‘chors’? You don’t even need to be specially smart to twig on: when the reveal is not a reveal, what is it? A sad joke.
That’s really what this film is. It seems to have been strung up with influences from Hollywood films featuring sharp racing, sleek cars, and canny ‘chors’, but has none of the smarts it is aiming at. Should it have been called Heist instead? You want to watch it, and tell me?