He is the new kid on Bollywood block. Dream factory’s latest poster boy. A film old with rich pedigree in mamu Aamir Khan. The novice still finding his feet. The other is Mumbai moviedom’s Munna, the moolah man, seasoned surefooter on whose sturdy shoulders ride tinsel town’s trillions. She is an aspiring starlet among several with no ‘bars on bold & baring’ sniping at stardom snorting for success. Matching mirch and masala in determined disportment in assets assault duel in another.

Surely Sanjay Gadhvi could not have conjured up more meaty concoction for his third shy at boxoffice with Kidnap.

But, with Shibani Bathija’s sour story and saggy script, gung-ho Gadhvi believing it’s cool to concentrate on cleavage, cleavage and cleavage and itsy-bitsy peekaboo bikinis as combustive chemistry to strike jackpot, Kidnap simply goes kaput.

For at the kernal of Kidnap is a vengeful Kabir taking on vain and vindictive Vikrant Raina. The rich ranting Raina having foisted Kidnap charge on kid Kabir years earlier even before the boy Samaritan could say sorry for his felony of spiriting away $57.1 billionaire’s BMW.

The smarting and seething jailbird returns spewing spiel, swearing jihad against Raina snaring his darling daughter Sonia. Lobbing clue in the form of childhood limerick Kabir lures rancorous Raina to do his bidding for Ghadvi seeks to know: Does committing a crime make one a criminal? As Kabir and Raina play Russian roulette trading barbs and bullets, sensuous Sonia, when not sniffling, sizzles in sun-kissed sands sending sensometers soaring. Suffice to call it quits saying Gadhvi’s Kidnap is all boisterous babble and bewitching belles bellowing balderdash and kettle of kitsch not worth the wallet.