Nothing changes in the fourth of the Raazfranchisee. If at all the chills and thrills seem to run dangerously out of steam and some scenes turn out unintentionally funny. Like when Kriti Kharbanda, sprawled naked on the dining table, says huskily, with fake intensity, that she is feeling hot, “so * hot” ( in minus ten degrees) the whole theatre tittered in unison. I laughed again when she recited Tagore in faux Bengali: “What strange path led you to me.”
As in the previous films it’s all about haunted mansions, strange voices, unsettled spirits hanging somewhere between life and death, possessing an innocent soul called Shania ( Kharbanda wearing bad make-up to look haunted, also aided by terrible SFX) to wreak vengeance, turning her into the battleground for good and evil. Her husband Rehan ( Gaurav Arora putting in very obvious, and needless, hard work in the role) is disinterested in her plight. It’s left for an old boyfriend Aditya ( Emraan Hashmi, sleepwalking through the film) to come to her rescue. It’s a simple story that gets needlessly complicated by the back and forth movement in time and some superficial talk of insider trading and the post-Lehman economy.
Raaz doffs its hat to Christian theology—there is a soothsayer, a “psychometrist” ( whatever that might be) and a priest with a nasty secret—all trying to defeat the devil. The ominous background score seems to be a leftover from such films as The Omen, not to mention the sinister bird as a signifier of malevolence.
