No, that's not a mistake. That's what this film is actually called. Jag Mundhra specializes in making semi-porn with a welcome sense of aesthetics. He also manages to rope in a decent star cast, so his films are usually worth a watch. Yet, this one is just another semi-porn with the same old time-tested formula and stale erotic scenes. To top it, the state of this cinema hall (Kaavya) makes viewing and comprehending the film a mammoth task.
Christina (Diana Barton) is a successful modern day entrepreneur. She is not just
talented, but is also drop dead gorgeous. But she has a problem. Her marriage
is on the rocks, and she has not experienced physical pleasure for quite some
time. Perfect for the audience's purpose, isn't it?
In a moment of physical restlessness, Christina walks into a male strip joint.
Here, she meets the man of her fantasy who is doing... what else? A strip session.
There were no ladies in the audience at the theater (ha ha ha), and this seemingly
endless striptease by a man gets on your nerves (assuming that your sexual preferences
go with those of the majority, of course!).
The two meet, and its time for orgasmic fireworks. Only, there aren't any. Trouble
starts when Christina's lover turns out to be an obsessive psychopath. Now for
some perspective. People don't got to films like The Other Man for a critical
appraisal of the plot and edge-of-the-seat suspense. As such the crowd is pissed
by now that the erotic scenes are missing - the last they want is some silly twist
in the plot.
Anyway, you know what happens now. How Christina manages to overcome this ordeal
is the rest of the movie. If you wait to find out how this story ends, you will
be the only guy in the theater, and you'll become a pain to the guy in the projector
room who's waiting to turn it off. Jag Mundhra and the 'editing' kill all the
joy of watching a movie.