This flick is the challenger to many others before it as the film with the most hackneyed plot and fragmented storyline. An effort seems to have been made to insult the audience's power of understanding. Originally meant to be made a socially oriented film with a strong message (!), it sacrifices it all midway and plunges headlong into vulgarity and violence to come up with an outlandish story. 'The tale of a noble lady' is what you are led to expect, and all of a sudden she is on the hunt for males whom she seduces, murders and then severs their manhood!
To begin with we are subjected to a prostitute called Rani who is patronized by these four youths. Soon after, Rani has a chance meeting with a handsome police officer Vijay, and is smitten by his charms. She even helps the police hunk nab these four guys in a drug abuse case, even if that meant losing business.
Then, abruptly, the inspector's wife Madhu develops a serious ailment that requires an immediate replacemant of kidneys. The doctor makes a special mention that the patient's family is not to be made aware of the seriousness of the problem, but promptly has an ad out in the newspapers complete with the poor girl's photo. And who should come across this ad but our friendly neighbourhood prostitute, who promptly donates her kidney for the sake of her Vijay-babu. Noble, no?
But complications arise and Madhu loses her life. Vijay takes to the bottle, and, in an inebriated state, impregnates Rani. True to her love, Rani promptly gives up the trade and looks to give birth to her love child. Still noble!
But the four goons intervene and take it out on Rani, blaming her for sending them to jail - they rape her and leave her to die in a ditch. But Rani is rescued by her long lost daddy dearest, who incidentally is stinking rich, and who has been hunting for Rani all his life. In the process, however, Rani loses the child and pledges revenge. Not quite noble, but acceptable!
Suddenly Rani is transformed into this femme fatale thanks to her moneybags dad, and together they arrive, seeking vengeance. Rani, now as Mala, comes to focus by winning the Miss India crown. Beyond belief, yet again, and we are not so forgiving anymore!
And here the script outdoes itself, as Mala nee Rani goes into her bobbitizing spree, in turn seducing and castrating each of her rapists. Who said anything about nobility?
The police investigate, of course, but come up clueless. By now we have endured all that we can, and there is a dull throbbing at the temples from all this violence and illogical mayhem, which we try to ignore just to see if the end is able to justify the means. But the end hits you from out of the blue, and does nothing but worsen that headache. Officer Vijay reveals to Mala that he is aware of her secret identity but is willing to turn a blind eye to it for her just (?) cause and is even truly in love with her and aspires to make her take his departed wife's mantle. And we rush out of the theater, making a beeline to the nearest drug store for a much-needed aspirin!
This should go down in the record books as a movie made with a vengeance towards
the audience. And if you decide to subject yourself to this moviemaking nonsense,
don't forget those aspirins!