Yeah right, what a fantastic movie!

No screenplay, no development of character except for a bunch of mawkish melodrama strung together with senseless music and a lot of touchy-feely choir at C minor. Akshay can move, at least in one sequence where he expresses oh-so-much-pent-up anger, only to be running in slow motion with his paperweight of a father in the very next scene to pick up the phone. People who can actually like this idiotic pap need to get out and rent some DVDs from outside India once in a while to see what real life, and movies depicting it, can really be like.