The opening scene made me think I was in a karoke bar and my partner immediately left the room at that point. What made me enjoy this film was mostly about what it wasn't. It had no gratuitous sex scenes, the kid spoke correctly, didn't mumble and wanted to be a race car driver when he grew up, and not a gangster or pimp. It had a mixture of traditional Indian dress and high end western clothing. The flying through the air when shooting was typical but no bloody chest wounds went along with this. Nobody even got hurt when they were pummeling each other's face. Guess I'm just tired of run of the mill American action genre films.
