Here is another kinky Shakila Starrer having all the necessary entailments of
a semi-porn flick - the most nonsensical storyline, faked groaning and moaning,
fat ladies fantasizing about any creature that looks like a man and no value for
the money spent on the tickets.
breaking all kinds of records, the initial draw to Shakila movies would be huge
in spite of the kitschness of the movie, but the next day witnesses only a reviewer
and some ignoramuses who aren't with it watching the film.
This crap has two parallel tracks that never seem to converge. One consists of a fat whore (Shakila) who seduces 65 year-old sethjis, half-burnt businessmen etc. and donates the money earned for orphanages and poor people. She even has a PA for herself. Hence we are supposed to admire her as an altruist who sacrifices even her orgasms.
Another track has a painter called Ravi Verma (who else could he be named after) who paints semi-nude models. He looks like a creep but has all his models fantasize about him creeping all over their overweight bodies. He finally marries one of his models because she had been considerate enough to collect his puke with her hands when he was ill.
But our painter doesn't consummate his marriage, as he can't sacrifice his libido for sex. His poor wife commits suicide and he meets with an accident. He then goes into a coma. Period. One of his models who is used to attaining vibratory bliss keeping the artist in mind decides to take him to an ashram where he can be cured through Ayurveda.
There, as the artist is getting treated by a brahmachari, our nymphomaniac model falls for that brahmachari and tries to show him her cleavage at the slightest pretext. The enraged celibate relates a flashback to the nympho on why hates the sight of women. He used to be a milkman who gets seduced by his owner's wife because of his milking capacity. This is as obscene as one could get. The owner throws him out of the house.
Nympho explains to him that she really loves him and that she is wooing him with no sexual desire but only because she wants 'to become the mother of his child'. The artist, meanwhile, suddenly wakes up and declares that he was just acting comatose and that he wanted to see the love blossoming between the two. Artist persuades Brahmachari to marry Nympho. He does that and that is the end of the story. The whore, meanwhile, seduces a leper and marries him just because he has a very pure mind.
The film ends with a moral that 'love is everything'. No further comments.