Mane Number 13

Mane Number 13 doesn’t even qualify to be a half baked product. The film that promises to be a gut-wrenching horror, ends up being a snooze fest. The writing doesn’t do justice to anything here. There are three parallel narratives running, but none get the depth they deserve. My sympathies are with the ghost whose capabilities are questioned so many times, that I would have resigned from the ghost association if I was her. Every time an absurd thing happens, it turns out to be a prank or a human-created mess. The ghost is side-lined criminally. Not that the humans get the weightage. 5 individuals in the centre of this narrative are as one tone as they can possibly be. Not a single character gets a layer.