When Hindi cinema portrays women who are wronged, most often there seems to be no sense of logic. Over the years, it has worked because the women were portrayed as village belles or simple homemakers, who could not see through the wily ways of men. But here director Vivek Agnihotri shows Kavya, a journalist, who conducts a sting operation on a business house but falls prey to the charms of the scion of the family, not thinking even for once that it could be his ploy to take revenge. Kavya pins her hopes on him. But when she goes back to the business tycoon to ask for her share in his business, she lands herself in deep trouble. harakiri Not one to learn lessons from mistakes, she believes him the third time over only to lose her dignity again! At this point, the sordid tale loses steam.
As the promos announced, Kavya uses her sexuality to hit back at the man who wronged her. She even goes to a commercial sex worker to learn the tricks of the trade. Wonder if the director was looking for a credible plot or was desperate to come-up with a sleazy flick.
It's the sultry Paoli Dam's show all the way and she doesn't disappoint. Nor does Gulshan Devaiah as the business magnate responsible for Kavya's plight. We saw glimpses of his histrionics in Shaitan . Here Gulshan gets an opportunity to portray contrasting images — of a stammering, obedient son and an unscrupulous lover. But the problem is he cannot do much with his sketchy role in the film.
The film may give morality a Dam(n) but there has to be logic. Thanks to the jerky narrative, instead of empathising with the characters you start laughing at them.
Nikhil Dwivedi as the silent, selfless friend doesn't make sense while the modus operandi adopted by Kavya in this vendetta saga doesn't pass muster either. Half way through the film, Vivek loses his sense of direction, and his moralistic stance is as fake as Paoli's nails.
