Let's start with the obvious: Abhimanyu Singh is a beast. Dude has that rare ability to look exhausted, furious, and terrified all at once, which is basically the job description for a Mumbai cop caught between the badge and his baby brother. The film wisely parks the camera on his face during the quiet moments, and he sells every ounce of Jalal's moral erosion. When he's negotiating with cartel scum, you can practically smell the flop sweat through the screen.
Where Cocaine stumbles is in its sprawl. At nearly two and a half hours, it wants to be a sprawling crime epic - think Sacred Games energy - but Tiwari throws so many subplots at the wall that a few of them just slide off. The corrupt-politician thread feels like it wandered in from a different, soapier movie. And for a film called Cocaine, the actual drug stuff sometimes takes a backseat to family drama. Your mileage may vary on whether that's a feature or a bug.
Visually, though? The Mumbai texture is fantastic. The neon-lit back alleys, the humid night shoots, the way the city itself feels like a character with a rap sheet - that's the good stuff. Composer's score is a bit heavy-handed in spots, pounding the drums during scenes that were already tense, but it's rarely fatal.
The supporting cast is a mixed bag. Samarth brings real grit to Ali, a guy who seems like he'd sell his own shadow for a profit. Nissar Khan's Jahir Pathan is appropriately snake-like. But some of the smaller roles - the henchmen, the politicos - feel like they stepped out of an earlier, cheesier draft. And the dialogue occasionally leans on crime-thriller clichés so hard you could make a bingo card.
Still, there's a beating heart here. The brother dynamic gives the film stakes beyond the usual shoot-em-up fare, and the ending - no spoilers - earns its emotional punch even if it takes the scenic route to get there. If you liked Paatal Lok or Raman Raghav 2.0, you'll find plenty to chew on. If you need your crime thrillers airtight and lean, you'll be checking your watch around the ninety-minute mark.