The pace loosens as the little hours stretch through a difficult night, yet luckily, to continue everything ticking over, the store is gone to by a consistent dribble of Convenience bizarre characters and cameos from a couple of stoned understudies willing for some goose, to Anthony Head’s self-destructive businessperson, by method for Verne Troyer’s Stetson-toting diminutive person. Here the impact is a bigger number of Clerks than Dog Day Afternoon. Truth be told, in spite of the firearms and the assumed risk of brutality, there is no pressure or feeling of threat. Everything is too genial and the advancing relationship between Levi, Ajay and Shaan has a honest to goodness warmth. Then again, Simon Fantauzzo’s screenplay too as often as possible resorts to old drama chestnuts – the sweary old lady and Troyer’s cameo being two specific guilty parties – leaving his capable cast to do their best with some really thin material which is well past its offer by date.
That said Akhtar makes in Shaan an enjoyably clever comic character, a sort of gormless sacred simpleton, without an awful bone in his body regardless of Ajay guaranteeing everybody he’s the ‘frantic puppy’ of the pair. What’s more, McClure is forcefully characterized, as the gum-biting clerk who should be accomplishing something… whatever else. Panthaki conveys to Ajay an indication of froze psychosis, yet as with Shaan, its hard to trust he is doing what he is accomplishing for some other thought process other than in light of the fact that the situation of the film requests it.