Bizarre. Yes, you read that right. The film — its story — is nothing but a hotchpotch.
When Monica threatens to spill the beans, Raja murders her. But Monica's love-deprived soul wants to seek revenge and gets trapped in a pink, lacy nightie that Raja had given her. Cut to 2013. The cursed nightie makes a comeback in the city, supposedly, full of frustrated lovers. As the flimsy piece of satin and lace travels from one helpless woman to another, a new story is written. Apparently, whoever wears the nightie turns a nymphomaniac, ready to jump the bones of anybody she encounters. The story, thus, generates a few ROFL moments when a
(Locket) makes out with a Bihari
, a newly-married girl (Priyanka) elpoes with an Odia
et al. However, there is a bizarre turn of events when Brishti aka Apsara (Tanusree), a wannabe heroine, lays her hands on the nightie.
Bizarre. Yes, you read that right. The film — its story — is nothing but a hotchpotch. Director Birsa Dasgupta, here, has followed the tried and tested format of making a film within a film.
The main story focuses on a film that is being reviewed by the Tollywood sensor board. This provides the director a great opportunity to make fun of both — his subject and in turn, himself. The
plot, spiced up with innuendos (remember 'Cuming! Cuming! Cuming!' on the posters), makes it a quirky watch. However, as the film progresses, the tables turn.
The film is replete with blue humour and intentional exaggeration in the first 45 minutes. Sadly, the fun part ends soon enough. Thereafter, the sequences become repetitive and the nightie's journey, tedious. Even the suggestive and double-meaning dialogues (a fairly good job done by Debaloy Bhattacharya) fail to salvage the film. To make matters worse, Birsa adds an eternal love story in this eclectic mix, which leads to further confusion.
Paoli, Paran, Locket, Neel, Mir, Laboni, however, have put in their best. But there is a considerable lack of chemistry between the lead pair, Parambrata and Tanusree. Parambrata's role of naive and fumbling entertainment journalist, Aparesh Lahiri, is stereotypical. Tanusree is pleasing to the eye, but on the acting front she has a long way to go. This seemingly nonsensical film stretches like a chewing gum and loses its charm in the process.
P.S. Two things must be highlighted. Firstly, Anindya 'Sohor' Bose is brilliant in his four-minute appearance — that of a singer. Secondly, Debaloy's caricature of a reputed gay editor of an entertainment magazine reminds us of a very well-known late Bengali filmmaker and leaves a bad taste in the mouth. #notcool.