It's high time that producers realized that Shakila is no longer the trump card.
What was seen as the dawn of a star on the sleaze horizon is now being relegated
as an overdose that belies the greater-weight-more-appeal tradition. Shakila,
who looks fatter with every film, also looks more and more jaded with each. This
film is no different.
The story and its treatment, as usual, are totally irrelevant, and are just an excuse for the sleaze to take over. Shakila is a happy-go-lucky lass who dances around the trees with her boyfriend in college. He then meets with an accident and kicks the bucket. Unable to bear the trauma, she becomes a whore by the name of Rathi Devi.
If that isn't enough inanity, she donates all the money she gains to orphanages etc. Hearing of her good deeds, another do-gooder falls in love with her and proposes to her, which she rejects as it would divert her from her 'social' work. In the end, she commits suicide after feeling pity for her own state.
For the voyeurs, there are only two scenes for their twenty bucks. These comprise
Rathi Devi enticing her customers to some groaning. Since it is a foregone conclusion
that another Shakila crap will be released next week, her fans, the incorrigible
optimists that they are, are advised to patiently wait hoping for some fireworks
to take place then. As far as this 'film' goes, attach some value for your money
and time and stay at home.