The ApunKaChoice movie review of Rajjo. If you haven’t had a good sprint in a while and are looking for an excuse to get your lazy shanks all worked up, strolling into a theatre screening Rajjo may not be a bad idea.
Sure there is a lot of unintended laughter to be had from this ‘empowering’ tale of a nautch girl whose affected coquetry -- the biting of lips, the bosom heaves -- could leave a real Umrao Jaan summersaulting six feet under. But Rajjo, dearies, isn’t a comic caper, but a serious film about this cruel cruel world heaping misery upon a forsaken kotha wali girl and her young chikna lover.
Nautch girl Rajjo (Kangana Ranaut) lost her virginity to the highest bidder and is now in the business of entertaining her visitors with her dances (that include the abovementioned coquetry) and the rest that follows. Enters the young lad Chandu (Paras Arora) who visits her brothel along with his friends after winning a cricket match to see her mujra. He falls heels-under-head in love with Rajjo.
Mind you, it’s not the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kinda crush, but real love that after obvious hurdles culminates into marriage and gets consummated with a ‘suhaag raat’ in a broken down car in a garage with all the mechanics leering and salivating like they just saw Pamela Anderson in her birthday suit. Really, this last take by writer-director Vishwas Patil is the height of cinematic low.
So Rajjo and her Chandu start afresh, eke out a living doing odd and sod jobs, until the evil of this cruel world (in the portly shape of Prakash Raj and his sidekick) rain down on their parade with their own lusty plans.
As his directorial debut, Vishwas Patil comes up with an utterly dated film. The writing is appalling, but the direction worse than that. Newcomer Paras Arora is sorely miscast. As a kid whose cutie cheek hasn’t yet met the scrape of a razor, Paras almost makes Kangana look like a pervert cradle snatcher. And Kangana delivers what is easily her career worst. Even if one overlooks her diction, her adaayein as the nautch girl get under your skin and when she comes up with that khanjar and kaleja shtick at the end, your feet feel itchy and you can’t but make a run for it.