There are adaptations and there are rip-offs, and this is a classic example
of the latter. And as if ripping off were not enough, the makers actually tell
you that they have - that's if you haven't already fathomed that. After this
adapta... beg pardon, rip-off, of his novel, James Hadley Chase must be turning
in his grave. And if he hasn't reached there yet, he must be longing to get
The film commences with Mr. Isaac Peter visiting a brothel, and after he's
done with the whore, he takes a break and relaxes. At this point, the whore,
Savitri, begs and pleads with him to marry her, to which he agrees readily.
Now, what was that, you might ask. Well, that's what it was. Isaac Peter and
Savitri have a happy married life - or is that a sex life - until Isaac has
a stroke of paralysis. From here, the marriage turns sour - lack of sex, of
course - and Savitri starts looking at other avenues for entertainment. That's
the modern age Savitri for you.
Well, to begin with, she starts by staring at an employee, Ajay, in the household
who always seems to be working out with weights. Next enters Mr. Killer Martin,
demanding from her a sum of money that Isaac owes him. When she enquires about
what Isaac owed the money for, Martin tells her that he was a killer, and that
the amount due was because he had killed her boyfriend. Now, wait a minute!
Where did the boyfriend come from? There's a flashback, but let's skip it.
Enraged at this, Savitri decides to kill her husband, and engages Ajay - the
employee she likes. Ajay sets out to do the job, but suddenly suffers a bout
of morality. So she decides to hire Killer Martin himself. But that's not to
be either, since he too succumbs to morality. Shucks, you need creativity to
get such story ideas. And this is the point when you start hurling abuses and
obscenities at the screen, and wonder what the heck you are doing here, watching
one of the lousiest films running in town. If you still haven't got the message,
let me put it bluntly - this movie stinks.