The first time Tamasha released in 2015, I went into the film with a relatively open mind and left it quizzing over the hype. More frustratingly, it was like an inert, creatively bankrupt narrative that annoyed me, if not more strongly, when I revisited the film during the pandemic in 2020. Tamasha appeared as an empty tamasha-list of one of those movies wherein the defenders seemed to laud for being different, and I struggled hard to see beyond its surface.