This is the single most tortured woman in Bollywood, being reduced to a wreck either by drink, demons or drugs. But the fun parts, if you have the stomach for that sort of thing, are where Ranaut does her wild child act. That's the mumbo jumbo, accompanied by aghoris eating flesh, priests counseling the troubled and spiritual men granting darshan. Here it is we, the middle class, in our urge to become richer, more successful, more famous, who are forgetting our core. Indeed, one can see the long hand of uncle Mahesh Bhatt here who loves to preach to us. Tum Ashudh ho sadh chuke ho (you are impure, you have rotted from within). Though the waters of a village, Kalindi, are contaminated by a chemical plant, run by an evil and very bald American, the rotting is actually within us is his message. Even here, a horror film with all the attributes of the trade (pressure cooker going off, a dog barking menacingly, women levitating and speaking in strange voices, doors creaking), there is a simple thought: soch ko becho, khwab ko khareedo (sell your values, buy your dreams). Mohit Suri doesn't like to do movies without a message, whether it is Kalyug or Awarapan.
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