The fact that Mimoh, Mithun's son calls himself Jimmy in his debut movie is surely not a coincidence. But really, even the fondest fathers should have given themselves pause before they handed out cult names, associated so strongly with them, to their offspring on a platter : this Jimmy mangles all the good memories of the original Jimmy.

Mimoh, under the baton of old-timer Raj N Sippy, gets served up in a dish which was cold before the 80s gave out. It has, just for the record, a loving mother, a dead father, a clutch of villains, and a bad guy who wears a black trench-coat and a mask. But even if it had been a hip new age director, in a serviceable script, the results would have been the same : the straggly-haired first-timer has not even an iota of personality ; he even, horrors, dances badly.