Normally the censor board of films censors the scenes that might be obscene, vulgar, or whatever. Then the theater that's screening the film does a little chopping of its own - for the sake of morality. But Padmavati, the theater screening The Dark Dancer seems to have no morality and no sense either. Its motto seems to be - ignore the scenes that make sense and continue with only the lewd scenes. I guess they should've been in the butchering business, because that's what they've done to the essence of this movie - butchered it.
The Dark Dancer is supposed to be a murder-mystery. But, in this theater, even Sherlock Holmes and his powers of observation would be futile at solving the mystery as to what this flick is about, and what this theater is about.
The movie kicks off with Margaret, an adolescent girl dressing up in her mother's clothes. Her mother walks in on her and admonishes her for doing so. Judging from the clothes, the mom could be anybody - stripper hooker, what the heck! She could be a fashion designer - you'd never know, thanks to the cuts
The movie then moves 7 years ahead. Margaret, her mom and a Spanish guy who could be anybody - you'd never know - are having breakfast. Margaret's mom goes to fry some eggs and sees Mr. Anybody stroking her daughter's legs. She warns him to stay away - a warning he never takes seriously. Next scene, Mr. Anybody is making love to Margaret. When the mother sees this, she murders the guy and is led away by the police
The movie then moves 17 years ahead. Margaret is now a professor of sexuality (like this theater feigns to be an institution of the same) during the day, and a stripper, named Madam Ecstasy, at night - schizophrenic, split personality? Well, you'd never know. From here on you'd never know anything about the movie and by now you know why, and if you don't, you'd never know. Definitely a movie you wouldn't want to see. Well, unless you love unabashed nudity.