It’s a good thing that there’s so much that needs to happen in Players that the movie doesn’t slow down, but with those many predictable twists and turns, it comes back to the same point time and again. The two warring sides play tug-of-war with gold bricks worth ten thousand crore rupees, and eventually, it becomes a question of who can outsmart whom how many times.
The actors are so incompetent that they’re not even worth mentioning, except for Neil Nitin Mukesh – the only ‘artist’ (it’s a word the film uses) who gets into the skin of his character. Speaking of skin, the most watchable parts of the movie Players are the scenes which have the actresses in flesh-revealing clothes, and the car-chase scenes are not too bad either, if you can digest that a few Indians can go to Russia and New Zealand and create so much havoc without being apprehended by cops.
But even if you tell yourself that it’s a movie and unbelievable things can happen in movies, Players’ biggest problem is that its incompetent cast is saddled with a messy script, which goes into the tiniest detail to explain each and every thing happening in the story. The heists aren’t hot, but the babe in the black bikini (‘Shyla’/'Shehla’/'Shaila’ is her name in Players) is hotter than the film’s lead actresses. It’s a shame I don’t know her real name.