Mr. Lust Interest is played by the film’s in-house beefcake Karan Singh Grover. Mr. Grover, god bless his pumped up muscles, is so stiff in all the wrong places that he makes the furniture in a dentist’s waiting room look like designer furniture in a five-star lounge. A lot of the playing time of this atrocious scare-farce goes into Mr. Grover entwining his limbs into his leading lady’s 'thigh-land'. We thought such muscular miracles only happened in the circus. How wrong we were! Come to think of it, we thought this was an erotic thriller. It turns out to an idiotic thriller, the thrill element provided more by the gosht (meat) than the ghost factor.
"Alone" moves at its own weird volition. The narrative slackens to a slumber and then suddenly wakes up with a start. The plot is a gravity-defying triangle about a woman, man and a ghost, who is no 'dost'. The frights could have flowed fast and furious. Instead, what flows is a fatuous plot about two girls who get caught in a squabble over a wooden toyboy. Bipasha tries hard to infuse life into the inert plot. She fails, though we can’t blame her. Even the stunning Kerala locales look listless when weighed against the cartoonish terror and lust of a pair which knows they are getting into the wrong train. Forget horror. This is a comedy.