Bombay Velvet is a thoroughly disappointing and frustrating film. There are some powerful ideas that have been lain to waste here, like the journalistic rivalry between Khambatta and Mistry, the subtle insertion and acceptance of a certain kind of criminal into ’polite’ society, and the impact of violence on a person’s worldview. This should have been a film that seduced us with its beauty and then savaged us cruelly. Instead, we’re victims of a lavish boredom. By the time the last bullet is fired, all you can feel is relief that Bombay Velvet is over.