Cash

Dus had a Hollywood feel, with a Bollywood riff : four men in black striding down an airstrip, bristling with weapons and dark glasses, backed by sinewy gals and songs which rocked the rafters. It was, expectedly, a hit.

The director gathers up the same ingredients again, with a change in cast. Puts in a few diamonds, and a heist, and some thieves. And doesn8217;t deliver anything remotely interesting.

Cash lacks pace, and keeps lapsing into jaded sequences of chases and thievery. And the hair-dos the men sport streaks and jagged cuts; the ladies smooth swatches do nothing to ramp up the cool quotient.

Time for Sinha to go back to romance, his original calling.