The ApunKaChoice movie review of Nasha. The hot and irrepressible Miss Poonam Pandey, who’s carved a career out of her curves, makes her Bollywood debut in the purported erotic love story titled Nasha. So is the film a no-holds-barred sexual romp, or a sensitive tale of teenage infatuation, or just a damp squib with the same old stale nasha in a new bottle? Let’s find out.
First things first. A film launching a serial stripper with the reputation to drop her clothes for a lark raises, among other things, expectations of titillation seekers. A viewer, particularly a hormonally charged one, would expect a romp through onscreen sexapades of the said siren with a liberal sprinkling of bathing sessions, bedroom capers, orgasmic grunts, and a lot of other carnally related stuff. Alas -- and here’s the downer -- not much of it is to be had in director Amit Saxena’s Nasha. The movie peddles as much as lingering shots of Miss Pandey’s legs, her bare back, and her ever-distracting cleavage. Period. In short, this Nasha isn’t high on sexual potency.
What it comes close to being is a tale of teenage infatuation. How?
Sahil (Shivam Patil), an impressionable 18-year-old teen in a Panchgani school, has the hots for his 25-year-old sexy drama teacher Anita Ma’am (Poonam Pandey). What starts off as attraction, turns into infatuation, so much so that Sahil dumps his regular girlfriend Tia (Sheetal Singh) and gets busy looking for excuses to spend time with his Miss hotpants-in-a-peekaboo-dress Anita Ma’am. When the Ma’am seemingly reciprocates, the young lad’s hopes (among other things?) go up. But he’s left heartbroken to find that she has a lover and he even spies on them during a make-out session. Infatuation turns into obsession and addiction, and our young buoyant hero turns into a brooder with murderous thoughts. Will he be able to let go of his teenage love and obsession?
Nasha falters on many fronts. Not only does it not channel the anxieties of a teenager with a massive crush on his teacher, it also doesn’t live up to its promise of unbridled erotica, ending up a mish-mash of the two. Add to that a rusty performance by the leading lady Poonam Pandey. Even if you ignore her affected accent, it’s hard to not notice her make-believe facial expressions. That’s where her cleavage comes handy as a distraction. Pitted opposite her, the young Shivam Patil puts in a commendable performance for a debutant.
Amit Saxena’s direction isn’t really as tacky as the script, and James Fowlds’ camera throws up some wonderful shots.
Nasha is strictly for Poonam Pandey’s drooling followers. It’s mildly titillating, bleakly reflective and hardly thought-provoking.