Here is a teaser for you:

A girl (Richal Pallod) with a ghastly dressing sense. Her hobbies include making crank calls to strangers and then inviting them for a face-off at garish looking restaurants.

A so-called bookworm (Parvin Dabas) who is never shown with a book in his hands. In his free time, mind you, he has plenty of it; he makes a feeble attempt to propose his true feelings for ladylove.

A hot babe (Rinku Ghosh) who loves to flaunt her assets as if it were a medal. She also likes to seduce men by sending them a portfolio of her swimwear session.

A bumbling photographer (Vrajesh Hirjee) who expects the movie's protagonists and the audience to cackle at his seedy humour.

A good-looking hunk (Rakesh Bapat) with a constantly changing hairstyle and colour. Besides sneaking into other people's private diaries, he also likes to burn his hands, literally speaking.

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A police inspector and wronged son (Yash Tonk) who speaks like Amitabh Bachchan of Trishul, mouthing lines like "Main apni maa ka beta hoon [I am my mother's son]," to his estranged daddy (Benjamin Gilani).

All these characters become suspects when a murder happens. How are these people related to the dead man? Well, if I tell you that, I'll be accused of giving away the plot.

Does that mean I suggest you watch the film? No, that would be unkind. For Wrong Number is an utterly predictable and stereotyped fare.

The film moves at a slackened pace giving the viewer plenty of scope to yawn and toss uncomfortably in their seats. The songs fail to engage and have been tackily picturised.

The performances aren't a pleasant distraction either. Rakesh Bapat showed promise in a brief role in Tum Bin, but his full-fledged role in Wrong Number lacks punch. Richa Pallod's character is terribly sketchy and vain, so I am not sure if she should be blamed for an inconsistent performance.

Wrong Number fails to work as a murder mystery for want of thrills and tense moments. It is bland mood right from the beginning to the end. That is by large the only consistent aspect of Wrong Number.