Ghost Protocol
16 March 2013 12:00 AM GMT
Imagine a phone you leave behind at a restaurant, smash with a stone in rage or throw into the sea in a momentary lapse of reason and it keeps coming back to you in its original state. With stored porn videos that you can watch when your woman is snoring next to you. Sounds fun? For Neil Nitin Mukesh’s Sam, who is holidaying in Fiji with Sonal Chauhan’s Sheena, this indestructible second-hand mobile phone with a 3G connection is anything but.
Sam and Sheena are into some fun and frolic in the idyllic locales of distant Fiji. Sam loses his handset and has to buy a new one. A night call from an unknown number and a peep into a stored snuff video in the phone change their lives. Sam sees a bloodied woman everywhere. Sheena sees a Sam she has never known before. Her fun-loving, doting pretty boy changes into a kohl-lined, bejeweled sociopath who wants to drown her after proposing marriage, licks her finger like he is going to bite it off and generally looks scary and unbedable at most times. But this is Hindi cinema and Sheena keeps on sharing her bed with him while trying to crack the mystery of the uncrackable mobile that follows them everywhere like a ghost.
3G is unconvincing in its twisted plotline apart from being downright regressive where women who cheat on their men have to die in pain. This is a film that could have been something with a tighter script. Neil Nitin Mukesh is not half bad as a man possessed. He was the most impressive David in David. Here, too, he wows in some scenes. Sonal Chauhan can’t act and doesn’t make an effort to. In hindsight, I should have listened to my friend Sonia and reviewed the other release this week (see below). So it’s one star for the film and half for Sonal Chauhan’s bikini act. Or perhaps, it’s the other way round.
Sam and Sheena are into some fun and frolic in the idyllic locales of distant Fiji. Sam loses his handset and has to buy a new one. A night call from an unknown number and a peep into a stored snuff video in the phone change their lives. Sam sees a bloodied woman everywhere. Sheena sees a Sam she has never known before. Her fun-loving, doting pretty boy changes into a kohl-lined, bejeweled sociopath who wants to drown her after proposing marriage, licks her finger like he is going to bite it off and generally looks scary and unbedable at most times. But this is Hindi cinema and Sheena keeps on sharing her bed with him while trying to crack the mystery of the uncrackable mobile that follows them everywhere like a ghost.
3G is unconvincing in its twisted plotline apart from being downright regressive where women who cheat on their men have to die in pain. This is a film that could have been something with a tighter script. Neil Nitin Mukesh is not half bad as a man possessed. He was the most impressive David in David. Here, too, he wows in some scenes. Sonal Chauhan can’t act and doesn’t make an effort to. In hindsight, I should have listened to my friend Sonia and reviewed the other release this week (see below). So it’s one star for the film and half for Sonal Chauhan’s bikini act. Or perhaps, it’s the other way round.
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