Updated On: 11 January, 2025 10:44 AM IST | Mumbai | Mayank Shekhar
Fateh is basically the hero, as director, shooting himself, randomly shoot down hundreds on the go.

A still from Fateh
Fateh liver! It takes jigar/liver of another kind to so expensively mount a manic-actioner, wholly centred on yourself, onscreen—having not just written (story, screenplay, dialogues), but directed and produced it as well. That’s Fateh, this film. Even it feels a bit of a fatty liver, if you ask me.
What with a strange fascination for food porn, with close-up shots of samosas, egg-omelette, squishing ketchup on a plate, or tea into a cup, when the villain isn’t eating chocolate, or momos. It’s Sonu ki sweety, for his audience, after all.