is just a jumbled-up attempt of a tale told a thousand times before.
Let's say you are a young and beautiful woman and live in a big, bad city. One day you realize someone is stalking you - following you everywhere, climbing into your house in your absence and video-taping you in your shower. You even catch him snooping around and sniffing your lingerie. The normal reaction for most people would probably be calling the cops. But normal isn't what suits director Rajkumar Gupta. So, when the sultry Sohini (Tanusree) is stalked by college-student Rahul (Aryann) and is caught by her red-handed, instead of alerting his parents and giving him a good talking-to, she befriends him. She doesn't bat an eyelid even when Rahul comes clean about possessing pictures and videos of her.
They roam around the city, doing generally what lovey-dovey couples do, while she keeps on giving flirty signals. Still, after a major twist in the tale, when Rahul shows the maniacally obsessive side of his nature and resorts to violence, Sohini's genuine surprise leaves you genuinely surprised at her stupidity. Moreover, the story line rings several bells in your mind, reminding you sometime of
A Short Film About Love,
Pyaar Tune Kya Kiya
, sometimes of
just a jumbled-up attempt of a tale told a thousand times before.
Then again, many dull stories like this have been totally altered by the actors portraying them. But, Tanusree and Aryann, who may have looked good in the posters, don't make it worthwhile. Aryann has this major Shah Rukh Khan-thing going on with the way he walks, talks, smiles and looks back. But as a disturbed and sexually obsessive teenager, his only way of expressing his feelings is breathing hard. He bites more than he can chew and that backfires.
Window Connection deals with the love vs lust dichotomy
Tanusree looks like a million bucks through out the film, but that really doesn't compensate for her incapability to emote, whether it's happiness or sorrow. What serves as the last nail in the coffin is the background score. Given the underlying tension in the film, the director should have understood that a touch of silence can say more than a hundred cellos blaring in the background.
However, Kanchan Mullick as the local pervert cable man does a brilliant job and Sunil Kumar as Tanusree's boyfriend provides comic relief. He speaks a language which is definitely not English. To sober ears, it sounded more like Eenlishh. Bad is an understatement.