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One minute, he’s on a horse. The next, he’s on a train. There’s no rhythm tothe proceedings, no continuity – even the stunts are underwhelming. And there’s a laughable twist at the end that has to be seen to be disbelieved. What is it about snagging big stars that makes our filmmakers so lax about the other aspects of filmmaking? The star is the one who puts people in the seats, but the writer, the director is the one who keeps them there. It’s hard to grudge Vikram this fluff. After his back-breaking efforts in I, he deserves some fun. But what about us?