For all those of you who thought that evolution was a constant process and that the environment, people and attitudes constantly changed, here's a flash - they don't. Just watch 'Dacait' for proof. The histrionics of this geriatric star have not changed one bit since heaven knows when. This movie doesn't border on the ridiculous; it is ridiculous, to put it in the most polite way. Dharmendra, the handsome action star of era gone by, is still at it. Whatever happened to aging gracefully? And could somebody please tell Jitendra Chandra that the 'bandit and robbers storyline' is passé?
The disastrous plot goes like this - Dilawar Singh (Dharmendra) is a dacoit (the Robin Hood kind). Even the courts spare him on grounds of pressure of circumstances. And the only evil he fights is Shakti (Mohan Joshi), who, if you go by the script, is the devil himself. During the course of the movie, they confront each other quite a few times, but it always ends with a lot of loud and garish dialogues and unnecessary shooting with no real outcome. If the nonsense of the two is not enough, there's more.
Not one or two, but six villains rape Rudaali, a village cabaret dancer. She becomes a dacoit and begins avenging her humiliation. Shakti creates a misunderstanding between Dilawar and Rudaali. There are a few scenes between the two that add to the misery of the viewer. But truth prevails, and the two join hands and rid the world of Shakti. A silent prayer and a thank you are the only two things one does at this much-awaited ending.
A word of caution - stay away from movie even if it meant saving your life.