Cast: Kangana Ranaut, Paras Arora, Mahesh Manjrekar, Prakash Raj
Director: Vishwas Patil
Rating: *
What's it about
One of the most unintentionally funny films to come out this year, Rajjo takes the cake for setting the clock of movie making back in time not by minutes and hours, but several years. A story of a nautch girl (Kangana) from Grant Road who falls in love with a teenager (Paras), the film breaks new ground in creating absurd situations and coming up with inane dialogues where women are compared to sim cards and construction sites! An assault on our sensibility, the film fails to strike a single chord with its story or treatment. Supporting characters make up for a badly dressed under shaved eunuch (Mahesh Manjrekar), a hilarious cameo by Jaya Prada and Prakash Raj hamming it up with more relish rolled at a Subway outlet!
What's hot
Kangana goes all out to try and look and feel the part. She even changes her dialect and rolls her R’s differently! Unfortunately the pelvic thrusts and hip shaking in her mujras isn’t enough to salvage the film!
What's not
Rajjo’s biggest problem is that it seems to be made for a different decade! Everything from the look, writing, narration, screenplay, even the art and set décor looks unbelievably dated. Dialogues are crassy and unnecessarily crude. A scene depicting Rajjo and her lover spending their honeymoon in a shaky make shift van with the camera zooming on to bystanders making lecherous faces is repulsive beyond belief. Kangana sports a bright orange lipstick throughout the film, even as she’s mingling with the adivasis in a rural village, her endorsement of her favourite make up accessory doesn’t stop. These are few of the many badly written scenes that make up for the tedious duration of the film. Songs are below average except for the zulmi track. Paras Arora who plays Kangana’s lover needs to grow up and we aren’t talking about hitting puberty!
What to do
Rajjo is a futile exercise in trying to titillate the masses or win over the classes with a strong narrative. “Zulmi re zulmi!”.
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