Another movie from down
South that was made a couple of decades ago, dubbed into Hindi, religiously
edited and censored, and is being presented as yet another fresh, piping hot
porn flick. The story is rather corny, and has been manipulated a lot to accommodate
the maximum number of steamy scenes. The actors are non-entities, and their
attempts at acting remind you of the ancient melodramas. The direction is a
formality that could have been dispensed with, and the music director would
have been better appreciated in Nazi concentration camps.
The story: Dileep and Ravi
are old friends who happen to meet by chance after a long time. Ravi is married
to Jaya, and is not too happy in the marriage for reasons that are concealed
for some time. Dileep's tragic love story, which is totally irrelevant, is shown
in flashback. Dileep tells Ravi to take his wife (Ravi's, you perverts!) and
stay in his bungalow in some hill station for a couple of months.
So Ravi and his wife go
for their honeymoon to this bungalow, where they have a "Bihari" couple, Mewa
and Mala (someone should tell Mala that she forgot to wear the bare essentials
beneath her saree), as their au pair, and another pair of lovebirds as their
neighbors. Jaya, inspired by the love of the neighboring couple, tries to entice
her husband with the flimsiest of nightgowns. But he seems to be scared and
refuses to go beyond some perfunctory necking. To prove he is not gay, he goes
about having a gala time with the servant maid Mala, while his wife, the typical
bharatiya naari, mourns and weeps.
Later, through a psychiatrist,
she comes to know that because she resembles Ravi's mother, he is suffering
from the Oedipus complex, and can't make love to her; imagine poor Freud hearing
Finally, a couple of showdowns
later, the au pair leaves, and Ravi has to go to the psychiatrist because he
can't run to Mala anymore for quickies. The quack gives him some unconvincing
advice, and he returns home to find Dileep molesting his wife, and after a fight
when Dileep starts bashing up Ravi, Jaya decides she can't take it anymore,
and kills Dileep with a lamp... The End!
The director should be commended for his efforts in casting so many imposing
women all in one movie. With their XXL and XXXL lingerie sizes, they should
have been part of some weightlifting contingent. They sure look out of place
singing and dancing with anemic looking men. And as for Jaya, I empathized with
Ravi until he chose the even more repugnant Mala. This is one movie that reminds
you... size does matter!