Ankur Pathak feels SheetalBhabhi.com is a dreadfully disgusting film. Post YOUR reviews here!
There is a difference between a film that is bad, a film that is awful and a film that is dreadfully disgusting. The one thing which is a give-away for any horrendous films' awfulness are the dialogues which you can sense as downright cheap.
Sheetalbhabhi.com -- a film that talks about lust in men as a life threatening tool and also as a maddening hunger that comes above 'true friendship' is a moronic attempt in conveying any kind of message, or anything sensible for that matter.
It is appalling to see, if not immensely popular, but still decent actors like Supriya Karnik and Rakhee Tandon being trashed alongside some strictly ghastly performers.
The story is of four extremely horny friends from varying age groups, starting from their late twenties. They are named Basu, PK Lele, Kuch Bhi Singh Gaurav. The last one is Aakash who is comparatively restricted, and is also the central character of the film, which by all measure didn't have a written script. The other four are mostly jobless and shameless. All of them, (or so I assume), are aware of their sheer incapability to get any women to be attracted towards them.
So the bustling temptation erupts by these substandard men employing tawdry tricks like deliberately dropping a coin and asking a woman who's just left the shop to get it as if it has slipped from her purse, for one. The unsuspecting female bends to collect it and lines as "aaha kya nazaaraa, kya garam tawa hai ye" follow, their eyes popping out devouring the cleavage. That is the level of horror.
Shakti Kapoor's character is presented so mercilessly desperate, it's a moment of disbelief, as you try to comprehend the faintest logic behind this scene. Picture this -- he actually goes on to chop off a sizeable bush of the broomstick, so it becomes shorter, and the maid has to bend more, resulting into a better view.
Talk about innovation in desperation!
Coming to the film's title, this vulgarly lusty Sheetal Bhabhi is the second wife of Aakash, who's always busy with 'office ka kaam' and when she demands sex, he wants to read some shoddy novel. The other friends almost kill themselves with envy as their friend has managed
Once she confides in themsaying that Aakash is boring, and she is not having "fun". This said, all men jump into action, not knowing about each other, to arrange a sum of Rs 7 lakh for Sheetal, as she tells them she'll get a private apartment and sleep with them. They, in turn, mortgage their property overnight and loan money from people like "Lafda Bhai". On the supposedly exciting night, they get the declared money in gunny bags, and wrapped around their waists they dance to Sheetal bhabhis tunes.
God, save the planet.
The film writers are unforgivably alien in portraying concepts of infidelity, or living patterns of men and their clandestine desires. There's an unbelievable overstretch of imagination that jolts from being shockingly implausible to annoyingly rude. (The men contemplate to throw their wives off the terrace to stay with Sheetal bhabhi, dig that!)
All the men in the film don't have a solo acting bone. They mouth hazardous dialogue like "Lodge ke paisen nahi hai, yahin karlen mauj", while one says, "Bus thoda sa cash, aur full time ash".
Seriously, there is a limit.
As these nasty turn of events spin your head off, you sink further down in your seat, wishing you disappear magically in an imaginary world of your own, but but one wannabe exotic number shot outlandishly abroad with three ugly-looking goris abruptly plays in such loud, ghastly fashion, you jolt back to scandalous realism.
Just when the movie reaches a preposterously penned climax and you've given up and voluntarily surrendered to the unfolding baloney skimpily covered women parade, with the background tune going "Yeah...ahay...yeaa...aaahey...oho".
But it's not over.
Some more potentially disturbing and language-damaging scenes follow. Turns out Sheetal bhabhi was really a prostitute, and a tool employed by Aakash to test "true friendship". True friends don't sleep, or attempt to sleep with your wife, mate. Real wives turn up, and thrash the four with broomsticks. Haha, they mask their faces with the palm of their hand.
End credits role, by now you are perspiring with the mind-boggling claptrap you just witnessed.
In a flashily bold font, it scarily appears,
"A films by Mahindra Dhairwal." (yes, films)
And there, dear spectators, I rest my case!
Rediff Rating: No Stars