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A Movie that better be Silent!
Feb 01, 2015 09:41 PM 4893 Views
(Updated Feb 01, 2015 09:43 PM)






(Silences have Secrets…some Silences better remain Silent and Secret!)

Kabir, an unshaven, jaded author, struggling with a jilted romance, a failed razor, and a writer’s block seeks to make a fresh start by heading out to the serene, lakeside valleys in the lap of snow-clad mountains of Kashmir. He wants to find the one story that will redeem his failing personal and professional life.

He chances upon a picturesque but spooky mansion filled with empty rooms and Meera, a skinny, white, long-legged, skimpily dressed and tattooed damsel in distress. She manages the Inn and Jaidev, her husband, who is allegedly paralyzed waist down.

Sparks do not take long to fly between the two, and they launch themselves headlong into a steamy, adulterous affair, in the backdrop of flying books, creaking doors and of course the usual haunted-mansion noises while the husband above croaks for mercy, medicines and some chicken soup and lamb korma.

Bung in a tantra-mantra mumbling elf, and there you have the mysterious goings on in the haunted mansion explained- Jaidev is actually long dead, murdered by the evil wife Meera.

But during an intimate scene atop the bonnet of a sports car, while Kabir is straddling her and spraying his life giving gametes between her skinny thighs, she twists the knot by claiming that it is indeed the spirit of Jaidev’s ex-wife that is haunting the mansion and imprisoning its hapless residents.

Many more twists in the plot follow and the scriptwriter, to keep the story pegged at a grotesque and absurd level, invents many more lame excuses to create an atmosphere of gloom and foreboding. Alas, it takes more than an eerie soundtrack and a dark night to scare today’s hardboiled audience. So much more is happening on the streets of Delhi in broad daylight that is far scarier.

I wonder why they pegged the story as ‘Adult’? I have seen far worse obscene stuff during the item-song sequences in other movies that even had their entertainment tax waived off. The sex here is as arousing as watching the male and female ends of a mobile charger mating. PK, with his artistic abandon of keeping a transistor over his buttery smooth groin, is a case in point as something much more crass.

Poor Bhatts, I guess you no longer have the clout you had once with the censors and the establishment.

In a bid of desperation the scriptwriter throws in every known ingredient of an erotic-horror-thriller-mystery potboiler. So we have a prominence of ‘Psycho’ mood initially, but then the Director backs off in time since most of us here in India have seen all of Hitchcock’s movies.

Then he brings in the ‘Twilight’ touch, with wolves and bloodthirsty Draculas, but that sounds a bit too obvious again. After trying out every recipe on the net, he throws in the towel and decides the best thing to do is to give up by admitting all of his mistakes. Kabir, in the end, overwhelmed by the monsters Jaidev heaves at him, decides that if you can’t fight them, might as well join them!

I like the way Meera defeats Kabir in chess- by flinging his queen off the board! There, that’s the kind of attitude you are going to witness when you enter the pithy hall: The filmmakers’ utter apathy towards the good taste and judgment of the audience!

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