The director's name should raise anyone's expectations and with good reason too,
but the censor board apparently didn't see enough reason to allow him to showcase
his talents as he would have liked. People expected a lot, got nothing in return,
and came out feeling totally cheated. This would have been a fantastic movie but
for the humongous cuts.
Jessica Makins is a reporter for a paper owned by the rich and powerful Michael Florian. She is going to do an exposé on his private life and he doesn't want it. Suddenly the story shifts to Jessica following up on a prostitute named Tracy Collins who she suspects is having an affair with her husband.
While following her about, Jessica sees Tracy posing for a magazine. On the pretext of interviewing her, Jessica gets up close and personal with Tracy. Real personal. They, I imagine, made love to each other. Forgive me, for the censors had a field day with this one. Talk about leaving some things to the imagination - they left all of it.
Anyway, Jessica and Tracy's little 'session' gets videotaped, Jessica's conniving secretary shows it to the Board, and Jessica gets fired. Michael Florian tries to kill Jessica, Tracy saves her, Jessica thanks Tracy for helping her lose her inhibitions and goes back, one imagines (again!), to make out with her long-suffering and frustrated husband.
'The Other Woman' probably conjures up images of one guy making it with two women. Who would have thought that all the 'making' would be between the wife and the 'other woman'! It happens only in India, as someone said - or in this case, in the head of an Indian director. Fire, anyone? But seriously, some scenes seem to subtly remind you... 'Indian director' - the way he concentrates on the woman's eyes, among other things, clearly justifies this classification. Words to the wise - get a videocassette, or, if you don't remember what that is, get the CD.