Starring :Urvashi Rautela, Karan Vahi, Vivan Bhatena, Gulshan Grover
Directed by: Vishal Pandya
Rating: ***(3 stars)
She stoops to conquer.And how! For a major part of the film all we get to see is the heroine’s cleavage, thighs, posterior and other anatomical revelations that perhaps pubescent boys still find exciting, provided they’ve no access to internet porn and don’t know who Sunny Leone is.
For the rest Hate Story 4 is a treasury of unintentional humour. Two brothers played by Karan Wahi and Vivan Bhatena, who let me tell you are not bad actors just luckless losers,fight over Urvashi Rautela as though she were a freshly baked roast-chicken dish being served up at a banquet for the horny.
There is another temptress in a tiny dress played by newcomer Ihana Dhillon.She is married to(I think) Vivan Bathena as per plot. One can’t really be sure. All bodies writhing and moaning in bed and on the dancefloor look identical.
As some wise guy (could it be this film’s dialogue writer Milap Jhaveri?) once said, bhala horny ko kaun rok sakta hai? The two brothers with a hormonal imbalance (with all the phlilandering where do they find the time to make those millions?) pant after MsRautela like well-exercised bulls romancing the red rag .
Much of the libidinous narrative is designed like an extended mating game with the two brothers lusting after Ms Rautela with thesingleminded concentration of monks looking for moksha in their mojo.
Mojo ki baat yeh hai ki, both the brothers are later joined by their father in lusting for Ms Rautela.Since the father is played by Gulshan Grover he manages to infuse a certain eclectic gusto into his sleazy part .If you can stop squirming at the sleaze,that’s when the fun begins.
Once we accept the sleazy aspirations of this crotch-level triangle(I am excluding Ms Dillon from the lust ring as I am not sure where she fitted in) the film is fun.A femme-fatale in a flimsy dress is not so unbearable provided she knows her mind as well as her body. Rautela is a full-blown anti-heroine who mouths her insanely ambitious lines about owning her sexuality even if it means losing out on her ambitions, with conviction.This woman means business.
Nothing as radical as Pauli Dam in one of the Hate Story films saying, “I want to be the No.1 whore.” But Rautela is not the simpering sobbing demure seductress whom we have been seeing in Hindi films.She allows the camera to pull up as close to her body as a beloved lover.
It comes as surprise to know that a film which so unabashedly objectifies the female is shot by a female cinematographer. But then if men can peer up cleavages and dresses, why can’t women do the same?