Mukhbir also operates in the twilight zone between investigative agencies and criminals. Here the protagonist is an informer, essentially a human chameleon, who changes names, identities and even his religion to suit the situation he is in. Once again, what could have been a fascinating film about a shadowy figure is a clumsy tale undone by a meandering screenplay. Writer-director-editor Mani Shankar is ambitious and earnest but this film touches so many bases, from naxalites to organ smuggling to bomb blasts that it's hard to keep track of what is being done to whom and why. And soon, you hardly care, though there is one delicious character of a female don who spends her time being massaged by her lover. Mukhbir isn't much fun. Steer clear.