Any good suspense thriller is characterized by an intelligent but not implausible plot, unexpected twists, and clever placement of red-herrings so that when the dots are finally connected and the pieces of the puzzle fall into place in the end, a viewer has that OMG! goose-bumpy expression rather than the peeved look that Game manages to evoke. Reason? The trail of the killer keeps getting thinner because some suspects die or are simply not suspects anymore. Moreover, the inclusion of a surprise back story in the dying hours of the plot -- apparently to justify the motive behind the murder -- and the introduction of new characters is the lamest trick in detective fiction. Game is not void of it.
Performances are plain mediocre. Abhishek just about manages to pass off as a debonair city slicker with a remarkable stamina to jog and an allergy to gunpowder. Jimmy Shergill is over the top and Boman Irani frowns through his part. Anupam Kher and Shahana Goswami do bring a sliver of brilliance. And oh! I just remember in time that Sarah Jane Dias makes her debut in a forgettable role that has hardly any dialogues (thanks to dialogue writer Farhan Akhtar’s frugality). She shakes her booty in a cabaret song, canoodles with Abhishek under the linen, and before you take to her presence, is conveniently bumped off.
My advice: skip this game for the other one at Wankhede Stadium.