Rivers usually tend to flow along one path initially and divide into many later.
Here's a film named after a river (can't for the life of me figure out why, though)
but behaves in the opposite manner - it starts on 3 or 4 different tracks and
its director tries desperately to converge them.
There are few issues that Shakila hasn't touched upon in her illustrious career. This time, she's picked on the fake swamis and ammas of society. She enacts one such religious 'amma' in a small village where superstition thrives on its peoples' ignorance, and, needless to say, she rules the roost. She also trafficks girls, drugs and all other bad, bad things you can think of. There are also supposed to be ghosts and other assorted supernatural beings in the village.
Into this scenario arrive two doctors Mary and Paul with the intention of clearing the villagers' misconceptions. As you may expect, they aren't exactly well received. They have a son Mahindra, and ironically, it so happens that he is possessed by Satan himself (oh, God help us).
There is a priest who recognizes the ghost in Mahindra and tries to dispel it. There are also two police officers - a man and a woman - who come to get evidence against Amma. The story generally meanders vaguely along these lines till eventually Amma is arrested and Mahindra is cured.
Since destiny has willed that I become the authority on Shakila films, here is the dissection. One thing I have noticed is that many members of the Shakila film cast tend to be the same. As such, one is able to tell after a few films which women are likely to have a 'scene', which are likely to make them interesting and which of the guys are likely to be the 'lucky' ones. There are quite a few titillating sequences in this one, but then you must understand that desi porn has totally different views concerning necessity of exposure. Every possible couple in this one does it, and the scenes, I must say, are significantly really better than those in the usual Shakila flicks.
The director has endeavored to have some semblance of a story and does not fail
entirely. The only regrettable thing is the subjection of a young boy to the ignominy
of having to contort his face ridiculously to indicate that he is possessed. Other
than that, I'm sure not too many in the audience were left complaining.