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Roy hindi movie starts impressively in a posh Ahuja towers of Mumbai and takes the audience to even more lavish Malacca island in Malaysia. The luxurious beach front villas tucked inside a lush green mesh of palm trees and lined by beauticious silver sand coastline is a treat to one's eyes. The striking starcast, soulful songs sung by Arjeet Singh increases the audience's  avarice for entertainment. But alas..! the film ceases to fulfil any of it.
Starts as a slow paced, dreamy,   piece of art but soon digresses into a lacklustre, lumbering piece of narration. Jacqueline's cool appearance, Arjun Rampal and Ranbeer Kapoor's handsome looks fail misersably to save this sinking ship. More slow paced than a tranquillised tortoise, it does not meet one's expectations of a  suspense movie. ..

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