Indian distributors are trying hard to sell a product called Shakila to the voyeurs in Andhra. But too much of anything, especially when it's someone as weighty as this, will get onto one's nerves. So here you have another Shakila crap. For a change, this one is in the form of a horror movie.
The concept of a horror film in the semi-porn genre is a white sari-clad buxom lady who kills her victims by seducing them, having a fake orgasm, letting them have one, and, when the pleasure becomes unbearable, withdrawing. The agony and disappointment would kill him. But our lady here is more considerate, and kills him before the pain does.
The fat lady happens to be the maid of a satyromaniac who used to prance around with her before he got married. After having a one-night stand with her, he leaves her in the lurch. The lady commits suicide and her ghost decides to kill all those responsible for her death. Satyromaniac, meanwhile, has a great time with a thoroughly obese Shakila. So this lady walks in a spooky house whenever her murderers are having some nocturnal 'fun', takes the form of a really fat woman and kills them after letting them go through the process mentioned above.
Shakila, being the heroine of this crap, decides to do something about it, and approaches a Sadhu. He tries some nonsense like reading mantras that sound more like expletives. Since a Sadhu can't possibly be seduced, our ghost takes the easy way out. She kills him with an axe. Shakila, by then, gets to know about the lover's reality, and leaves him, disgusted. The ghost then takes Shakila's form and carries the above procedure. To everyone's relief, the film comes to an end.
The maker has got his words and sense awry. He meant this to be a horrific trash,
and it ended up being a horrible one. The Shakila card is played well, and she
has enough groans and moans in this. Those groans would also be resounded in the
viewer - only, out of agony.