Dhoom Dhaam Review: Yami Gautam Dhar And Pratik Gandhi Shine In This Phoos Saga

Title: Dhoom Dhaam

Director: Rishab Seth

Cast: Yami Gautam Dhar, Pratik Gandhi

Where: Netflix

Rating: 2.5 Stars

The grand illusion of Dhoom Dhaam begins with a heist. The air is thick with tension, the mood is primed for an action-packed thriller, and for a fleeting moment, one dares to hope. But then, as if waking from a fever dream, the film shifts gears into a predictable rom-com with the subtlety of a runaway autorickshaw. What follows is an erratic mix of action, romance, and comedy—none of which fully land, but all of which exist in noisy abundance.

At the heart of this escapade is Koyal (Yami Gautam Dhar), a seemingly docile bride in an arranged marriage who, in reality, is a firebrand feminist of sorts and an underground bike-racing daredevil. Her newlywed husband, Veer Poddar (Pratik Gandhi), is her opposite in every conceivable way—a mild-mannered veterinarian who breaks into a cold sweat at the mere suggestion of adventure. He suffers from vertigo, claustrophobia, hydrophobia, and perhaps, an unfortunate case of being trapped in this script.

Their wedding night turns into a chaotic mess when goons barge into their honeymoon suite, demanding a mysterious “Charlie.” What follows is a series of hijinks involving the CID, corrupt cops, and a frantic chase across the city. In theory, it’s meant to be a thrilling, laugh-a-minute joyride. In execution, it’s more of a bumpy, meandering “horseless carriage” ride with occasional potholes of wit.

The chemistry between Yami and Pratik is, at best, amiable. Their banter lacks the spark of classic romantic friction, settling instead into a comfortably platonic rhythm. The emotional beats, where the film desperately tries to manufacture intimacy, land somewhere between mild fondness and passive indifference. The script aims for zany, but often stumbles into absurd, mistaking chaos for charm.

To its credit, the film has a few clever lines. “Grow old together or die young together” is a standout, and “Kahe ka Veer hain? Naam aur personality main 250 ft ka doori hai” is delivered with impeccable comedic timing. But witty one-liners alone cannot salvage a struggling script.

Yami Gautam Dhar, ever the reliable performer, infuses Koyal with enough spunk to make her somewhat engaging. Pratik Gandhi, known for his impeccable range, does his best with Veer, but the role’s limitations weigh him down. His natural charisma flickers through the cracks, but it’s a losing battle against the film’s uneven writing. Prateik Babbar, relegated to a guest appearance, is criminally underutilized as the bohemian artist. Meanwhile, the CID officers Harshwardhan Sathe and Sachin Bhide, played by Eijaz Khan and Pavitra Sarkar, are reduced to caricatures—more buffoonish than menacing, more slapstick than sinister.

Despite its premise, the film lacks both dhoom (explosive energy) and dhaam (substantial impact). It’s a film that flirts with thrills but never fully commits, dances around romance without setting the screen ablaze, and delivers action that’s more theatrical than exhilarating. In the end, it’s less of a bang and more of a whimper—an action-packed spectacle that forgets to pack a punch.