When the blasts send tremors through the desert, all you feel is your eardrums suffering from high-decibel distress.

Sharma unashamedly plays the patriotic card. Without apology, he yanks our heartstrings and evokes a rush of pride.

This might have seemed cheeky on paper, but it's almost as if the writers willingly dilute their vision when it runs the risk of getting too self-aware.

Parmanu makes you wonder how can an earnest on-screen adventure with a potential to end with a big bang on the silver screen, end on a whimper?