This flick is an assault on your intelligence. It's total disregard of any plot is complemented by its very cliched scenes and appalling direction. This, then, is a Telugu-badly-dubbed-into-Hindi movie, which turns out to be a downer even for the most devoted watcher. Any semblance of a plot may be summed up as follows.
The movie starts with our maiden-de-haute Julie who is absolutely frustrated with her impotent husband, who has, in his hands, a 'standing' problem. Moving in next doors is a newly-wedded couple who find it very difficult to contain their passion even in front of outsiders like Julie.
Obviously, our girl is suitably aroused with this round-the-clock show of passion. At this point, the lady of the newly moved in, hot pair is conveniently called away to her village, where her mother has taken suddenly ill.
Julie grabs this chance, so to say, with both hands. She seduces the 'available' husband, and finds some satiation in his arms. Everybody is happy, momentarily, even Julie's husband who by now has resigned to his flagging fate.
But paradise isn't forever, as the wife of the truant-playing husband returns, and Julie's little escapades have to be brought to a stop. The wife too finds out that all is not the same with hubby-dear, and his interests seem to lie elsewhere, of late.
The plot was just about to thicken when all of a sudden the couple find that the wife is expecting. The thought of becoming a father brings our led-astray hero back to his primary mate, and all becomes right for the couple.
On the other hand, Julie's husband, who incidentally is some big shot industrialist, finds his secretary making lewd advances at him. Once confronted with his incapability, this secretary (Trupti) undergoes an unforeseeable change of heart and brings in a doctor. This new entrant pronounces that the ailment is actually totally curable. So there is hope yet for our Julie and, on this happy note, the movie ends (thankfully, one might add).
Patchy scripting, bad direction and an editing that seemingly is the outcome of an overuse of garden-shears is plainly visible throughout the film. The actors look either like a dietician's nightmare, or sadly dyspeptic. What still keeps the audience in the theater till the end is a generous quantity of cleavage thrown in all over, and very raunchy double-meaning dialogues, which at times manage to extract a smirk, if not laughter.
Overall then, Kaam Shastra is best forgotten about, and one may go to take a quick endurance test!