May 29, 2016 12:21 AM
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Emran Hashmi, usually so watchable, is buried under the script, which hints at shadowy dons and the guilty parties in a fuzzy, indistinct manner. But Hashmi is earnest, and the only saving grace here. Prachi Desai is rouged and demure and distressed, Nargis Fakri as Sangeeta is pouty, Lara Dutta as the lawyer for the cricket counsil is svelte but miscast, and Roy Kapur struggles with a bad wig and exaggerated accent, and Sharma as the bookie who makes the advance, is perenially oily.
This couls have been a great cautionary tale about a great sport at a time when it wa just becoming the arena it had grown into full of big money and glamour, bigger endorsments and never ending temptations. It is instead and inept tamasha, not very different from the stuff bollywood churns out, the cricket just the superstructure for tired song and dance and melodrama in living room and court.
Nope, this Azar doesn't hit out of the stadium.