The movie has a very cheesy popcorn quality, in that you cannot take your eyes off it despite it being rather low on real value.. Plays out like an Ekta Kapoor serial most of the time, and is rather silly. It could have been a much better film, but it only chooses to be trivial about things like the end of Silk's career.
Also, there was a spark there between Emraan and Vidya - mismatched as they are. I was disappointed they did not explore that romance. Cannot believe Emraan was the most likeable character in the film!
Vidya Balan is great but I think everyone will agree that she does not have the rawness of Silk Smitha. Then again, I don't know who else could have pulled this off (Rani, or Anushka down south, perhaps?).
Formerly known as Vijayalakshmi, the blatantly sensuous Smitha - who reigned over all the similarly exotically-named sex sirens of her time (Polyester Padmini, Nylon Nalini, Disco Shanti) - died all alone, under mysterious circumstances, in her house in Chennai. She was 36. The loyal audience lamented for a while, but with heroines shedding inhibitions and clothes, the vamp/sex bomb was soon forgotten.
Till Ekta Kapoor decided to produce The Dirty Picture, a biopic loosely based on her life. This Milan Luthria production releases, incidentally, on the birthday of the sex goddess....