Another Kashyap Crapfest
This film is Anurag Kashyap's idea of a good serial killer film. It fails to entertain, fails to arrest and even fails to provide a coherent narrative. Yeah, yeah, Siddiqui acts well as the eponymous serial killer. However, that's like saying, "here's a *beep* and near inedible sundae but hey, you see that glazed cherry on the top? That's a tasty cherry!" Siddiqui's performance (which is good but frankly not outstanding) doesn't save an incredibly self-indulgent and often repugnant film.
The fundamental problem with this film, as with most of Kashyap's films, is that there is no point to it. It's not entertaining. There's no discernible message. It doesn't satisfy our morbid curiosity of serial killers because of it's pathetically superficial exploration of one. There are no relatable characters in this mess - in fact, there is an element of sadism in the way this film is inflicted upon audiences by Kashyap. After 2+ hours of ennui, Kashyap tries to wrap the film with an embarrassingly puerile juxtaposition of the self-aware and 'honest' serial killer and the murderous and deceitful cop. It makes me cringe just thinking about it. This 'filmmaker' is deluded in his comprehension of his capabilities. Unfortunately, he has a small but vocal fan following, most of whom are so traumatized by the largely brainless mainstream cinema in India that they'll run to the devil to escape hell.