Jism-2, the new film directed by Pooja Bhatt but better known as the launch pad for the Indo-Canadian adult-movie star Sunny Leone, opens with a Biblical quote (from Job): “The life of man upon earth is a warfare.” This probably explains the choice of heroine, who comes with a pair of sandbags strapped to her chest. Okay, bad joke. But it was just begging to be made. This quote, at first, is a bolt from the blue – then again, perhaps only pertinent in a story whose characters, we assume, are raring to obtain biblical knowledge of one another. At least, that’s what the steamy posters promised us, and for a while, the film strives to make good on this promise. Leone, as adult-movie star Izna, appears in bikinis and lingerie, and most impressively, she shows up for a business meeting in a yellow blazer that seems to have been thrown on over sheer black undergarments. We’ve heard of actors who dominate films with their footage. Leone dominates this film with her cleavage. It’s a performance with considerable… um, depth.
The story of Jism-2 seems as knowingly ludicrous as the ones in the films that made Leone famous. Get this: Izna walks into a nightclub, where she catches the eye of Ayaan (Arunoday Singh). She leads him to a room upstairs, straddles him, and the camera cuts away coyly to a wall. She wakes up the next morning to see him humming Frank Sinatra’s It happened in Monterey while making a glass of nimbu pani, which he calls the world’s oldest cure for a hangover. And then he tells her he’s from the intelligence department and that she needs to save the nation. I kid you not – and the words, mulk ki madad, sound more ominous in Hindi. Does it bother Izna that someone she picked up for a one-night stand is now lobbing word-bombs like mulk ki madad at her, even before she can chase away her hangover with nimbu pani? Does she bristle at this pig waiting to reveal his true self after he’s spent the night with her? Of course not. She just smiles and says that she’s already doing plenty of mulk ki madad, by dropping her clothes. Truer words may never have been uttered. In 1990.
Before internet porn, the actresses who bravely bared their bodies under rainclouds and showerheads and the gaze of lecherous co-stars were indeed doing the nation a service. They provided what the nudie magazines couldn’t, which is a heaving facsimile of a sexual partner, and the minds and the hands of the men in the audience took over from there. For the price of a movie ticket, these men, many of whom had never even talked to women (other than family) in a casual context, bought themselves release. But now, when all imaginable sexual acts (and several unimaginable ones) are just a click of the mouse away, and when our heroines routinely parade around in bikinis, what could possibly entice male viewers to a film whose heroine reveals far less than the models on Fashion TV? Pooja Bhatt may think she’s being a feminist of some sort, by choosing not to exploit her heroine – there’s even a line in the film about rescuing a fallen woman, a “keechad mein giri huyi ladki” – but by constraining Leone, who seems quite guiltless about her body and the business she’s in, Bhatt is being an anti-feminist. She’s fighting the battles of someone who doesn’t realise there’s a battle to be fought in the first place.
All we’re left with, other than teasing flashes of Leone, is a bummer of a plot about a girl who’s recruited to ensnare the terrorist she once loved (Kabir, played by Randeep Hooda). And Bhatt smothers this story with high-toned art. Jism-2 is the kind of movie where a girl looking to thank a guy does so with orchids, a note written in her blood, and a night in her company. Seeing her creamy complexion and unscarred skin, you may wonder where she cut herself – but that would be too slovenly for Pooja Bhatt, whose real refuge lies in the pages of Architectural Digest. The couples in her film don’t make love – they drape themselves around one another as if posing for 13th-century temple art. There’s no sweat. The lighting is always perfect. And when they’re done, they catch their breath amidst sheets that are artfully rumpled, the kind of mess simulated by someone who has a pathological fear of making a mess.
To make things worse, every second line is scented with poetic sentiment. Izna talks of a man who was her sea, and whose waves rolled gently towards her. (You are welcome to mine these nuggets for pornographic subtext.) Elsewhere, Kabir mourns that seasons pass while memories stay behind. These dialogues, to be pulled off, need actors of stature – Leone’s voice and diction, unfortunately, aren’t among her assets. All scenes are slowed down till they feel like they’re taking place under water or in outer space. If Bhatt’s idea was to imagine how a rueful Buddhist monk might make a late-night Cinemax feature, she’s succeeded beyond her wildest dreams – but as a director, she’s a disaster. The nation of Sri Lanka, where Kabir lives, seems to be occupied by five people, the characters in this story. There are no passers by, no housekeeping staff, no vendors of milk and groceries, no children in the streets. Bhatt shrinks a country torn by strife to a scenic diorama.
Jism-2 could still have been watchable had it, like its predecessor, proved a fount of unintentional laughs. You remember Jism, of course – the unofficial remake of Double Indemnity that included a touch Billy Wilder never dreamt up, the scene where John Abraham, consumed by love for Bipasha Basu, empties a glass of whiskey on his hat and sets it on fire. The declarations of love here, alas, aren’t issued through smouldering Stetsons but by a cavalcade of gauzy songs, the aural equivalent of scented candles. Izna, in order to cook up a past for the benefit of Kabir, is instructed to read the falling-in-love bits from a bestseller by Barbara Taylor Bradford. But even those pulpy pleasures aren’t to be found here. Pooja Bhatt has actually managed something remarkable. She has taken a subject with a love triangle, the threat of terrorism, guns, bloodshed, double crosses, spy operations and an adult-film star and rendered it utterly boring.
And in the middle of all this, a drowning Hooda clutches at imaginary straws. He takes this inane script seriously, and he demonstrates his commitment by looking constantly at Leone’s… eyes. But even his misplaced intensity cannot salvage a character who lives alone, pining for a lost love, and plays the cello in a blue-walled room lit up like the night sky. He paraphrases Faiz (“Aur bhi gham hai is duniya mein gham-e-mohabbat ke siwa) and weeps while listening to Mukesh’s Woh subah kabhi to aayegi, awaiting a new dawn that will wipe out the dark nights of his soul. He’s supposed to be a dreaded gangster, but he spends his time decorating Izna’s hair with fireflies – he’s a thirteen-year-old girl’s idea of a hurting mobster. He looks less likely to polish off someone than pour down his day’s thoughts into the diary underneath his mattress. He gets the film’s second Biblical quote when he turns martyr and cries to the heavens, “Forgive them Lord for they know not what they do.” I suspect Hooda slipped in that line himself, after the first week’s shooting. He was doubtless referring to the people who made this movie.
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rameshram
August 8, 2012
“You are welcome to mine these nuggets for pornographic subtext”
what? what??
the devil is all in where you lay down your these…commas.
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Ramya
August 8, 2012
Hahaha! This review was such a delight. Rarely do we get the pleasure of reading you mercilessly trash a movie. Hopefully, the joy of writing this review went some way in making up for having to watch it.
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Ramsu
August 8, 2012
What, nothing about the subtext in the title? You’ve taken every other potshot there is, after all 🙂
You know, I sometimes wonder if there’s a point in writing a scathing review of a movie like this one. I’ve done my fair share, but sometimes a movie comes along that’s so defenseless, so utterly bad, that dissing it seems like more effort than the movie itself took to make.
Having said that, I did quite enjoy reading this one. I doubt I’d have enjoyed the movie quite as much.
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vinayakchandra
August 8, 2012
Brilliant review sir!
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Niranjan
August 8, 2012
Well, I came expecting a GoW II review and instead see this; but why Jism 2?! Did this movie really even merit a review?
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Utkal Mohanty
August 8, 2012
Thank god for bad movies. It frees you from worrying about interpretations, making the right judgments and the like, allowing you to write good prose, come out with neat turns of phrases and pepper the review with cool one liners and literary-fiction-grade epigrams.
There are many gems I like here : ” Looking at her creamy complexion and unscarred skin, you may wonder where she cut herself –”, ” All scenes are slowed down till they feel like they’re taking place under water or in outer space. ” ” Bhatt shrinks a country torn by strife to a scenic diorama.” ” gauzy songs, the aural equivalent of scented candles.”, “If Bhatt’s idea was to imagine how a rueful Buddhist monk might make a late-night Cinemax feature, she’s succeeded beyond her wildest dreams –”, “All scenes are slowed down till they feel like they’re taking place under water or in outer space.”
A philosophical question: is it not possible to muster this kind of writing fora more substantial film?
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soniajoseph
August 8, 2012
*Does it bother Izna that someone she picked up for a one-night stand is now lobbing word-bombs like mulk ki madad at her, even before she can chase away her hangover with nimbu pani? *
Good one! 🙂
*Pooja Bhatt may think she’s being a feminist of some sort, by choosing not to exploit her heroine – there’s even a line in the film about rescuing a fallen woman, a “keechad mein giri huyi ladki” – but by constraining Leone, who seems quite guiltless about her body and the business she’s in, Bhatt is being an anti-feminist. She’s fighting the battles of someone who doesn’t realise there’s a battle to be fought in the first place.*
The media narrative of this film was also guffaw-inspiring. The repeated insistence that she was some broken, damaged, angel who the Bhatt brigade were somehow rehabilitating. She was an adult-movie star of her own volition. And from what I understand became very successful in launching her own adult bussiness. The need to save her and relaunch her as the Indian savitri feels a bit surreal especially when as you so eloquently state,”She’s fighting the battles of someone who doesn’t realise there’s a battle to be fought in the first place.”
*they drape themselves around one another as if posing for 13th-century temple art.* Reminds me of something my husband said when he saw the trailer and total tangent: reminded me of some similiarly stagey scenes in Sashi Kapoor’s “Siddhartha.” Must be the temple art reference.
I thought I should check it out if it was so bad that it’s good as in Jism but I guess I should give it a pass. 🙂
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Njoy
August 8, 2012
At your scathing best. Its a pleasure to read when once in a while, you let loose, and rip something apart.:)
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venkatesh
August 9, 2012
Phenomenal. Such a long and well-written review for what is clearly a dead in the water film. All you had to do was write 6 words : It is a Zalman King movie.
That’s it, gents (and some ladies) of a certain age and ilk would have completely understood what you meant.
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aathmanathan
August 9, 2012
I haven’t seen this one, but looking back at the first Jism I find there’s something honest about how bad it actually looks. The cinematography is TV or direct-to-video quality, the locations look to be somebody’s house on the Chennai-Mahabalipuram highway, the actors were all very new to the game (Vinay Pathak being the only real ‘actor’ to emerge out of it) and both the leads were not actors, nor more importantly, stars i.e. people with reputations to maintain. It was basically a C-grade erotic thriller that made it to the big screen (perhaps they sold it as Double Indemnity with Double D’s). To make a movie like this with a big budget, a romance-tragedy plot and actual actors (Randeep Hooda) would make for a very counterfeit experience. Would you say that was your experience?
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rameshram
August 9, 2012
Dear Baradwaj Rangan
I had no intention of seeing this movie but your review changed my mind.
(I’ve always wanted to say this on one of your reviews)
😉
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brangan
August 9, 2012
Ramsu/Utkal: Is there a point? No. But a critic pretty much sees everything and reviews everything. In my old job, I’d have HAD to see this film and write a review. So might as well get some writing practice out of it.
About the larger point you make, well, is there a point to making a movie like “The Campaign” when politics is “so defenseless, so utterly bad”? I am not dissing a third-grade production or an earnest-but-misdirected effort by a first-timer. This is a big-budget mainstream movie and I think it can take a few punches.
Also, very few movies come along that are so utterly bad. For instance, “Teri Meri Kahaani” (which I reviewed here) is a bust as well, but there’s a generic competence to it and there’s nothing so awful about it that rouses you enough to trash it. That’s the kind of movie where I’d say “forget it, it’s not worth the effort.” Here, it was different 🙂
venkatesh: Oh, Zalman King films are more watchable, I assure you 🙂
aathmanathan: Enjoyed reading your comment. Reg. the first “Jism”, there was, as you say, an honest badness about it, like people didn’t know what they were doing and went ahead and did it anyway. This one has a dishonest badness, like they knew exactly what they were doing. At least the first film laid no claims to art.
rameshram: STFU (I’ve always wanted to say this on one of your comments)
😉
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Madhu
August 9, 2012
Hilarious is an understatement. You made me laugh out loud so many times…. your puns including title itself, the sand bag analogy……….you have a way with words !!
Always have loved reading your blog.
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rameshram
August 9, 2012
rameshram: STFU
Sure rangudu ! Do you see me telling anyone? 😉
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Karthik
August 9, 2012
Undeniably one of the your best reviews IMO. Loved the sexual innuendos that you have made here. About the movie, I think this could be the new b grade cinema. Who knows
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ravi
August 9, 2012
excellent review rangan. this is the stuff that drew me to your reviews. hope you continue writing them for future movies (without getting mired in the myriad classical and recondite allusions that you have since taken recourse to). thank you
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Gradwolf
August 9, 2012
ROFL!
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rameshram
August 9, 2012
I rather liked this movie. If at some point in my life a girl I kept as a mistress would make a film about me , I would consider me lucky. as such it feels like a movie mandakini would make about dawood ibrahim.
What shocked me about it was how little sex there was in it..and the very sparse amount of nudity. I mean have you seen any sunny leone films?! (I will highly recommend “Sunny leone : Kitchenfuck ” as a good sample of Ms leone’s filmography. She only spends about eighty seconds (of a 30 minute film) clothed.
But in Jizz-2 she appears fully clothed. het cleavage looks bound in, and she gives off the air of an overweight hispanic Southern california army wife..her every mound is oval (even that one…I looked) She looks in the first glow of the second trimester.
I cwyed when they killed dawood ibrahim. 😥
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rameshram
August 9, 2012
and if any of you have ever dated a pornstar, you will know that if she DOESN”T want to have sex with you and instead is genuinely happy hanging wit you, it means she likes you, and not for the money…By that yardstic sunny leone must heart bollywood.
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tejas
August 9, 2012
This is easily Sunny Leone’s worst film ever.
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KayKay
August 9, 2012
” A Big Bust”…..haw haw haw!
So how big a bust was it? What would you rate it? A (Double) D??
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Ganesh
August 9, 2012
🙂 haha … wonderful wonderful !!!
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omfgitsrohit
August 9, 2012
Same.
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omfgitsrohit
August 9, 2012
ROFL. Too fuckin funny. Why wouldn’t The Hindu publish this!?
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Mathusuthanan.N
August 9, 2012
Intellectual orgasm is assured after reading this review..Brutally open like iznas’ assets. Let the Bhatt camp gets ready for yet another of their outing with you this time with Bipasha and Robin Bhatt in Raaz 3.
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Vanya
August 9, 2012
What everyone else said.
Seriously, rueful Buddhist monks attempting to make Cinemax videos? If Pooja Bhatt can inspire such delightful turn of phrase in you, I’m all for her continuing in this line.
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venkatesh
August 9, 2012
BR : Now i have to see this movie – toked and drunk.
Sidebar : Why don’t we have a late night Adults only movie circuit in India ?
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venkatesh
August 9, 2012
rameshram: bookmarked and watched – “Sunny Leone – Kitchenfuck” , you sir are doing God’s work ……..
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Aurora Vampiris
August 9, 2012
Why are the most entertaining reviews I’ve ever read of bad films?
Amazingly hilarious second paragraph.
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Praveen
August 9, 2012
Sorry for posting off topic
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chhotesaab
August 9, 2012
At your scathing best – wow, have not had so much fun reading a review in a while ! I pray for more such movies, for YOU to review, and entertain us. Awesome.
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rameshram
August 9, 2012
vanya,
its not a delightful turn of phrase its the plot of a pooja bhatt movie.
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Anu Warrier
August 9, 2012
Rangan, when I stop laughing, I might be able to type a lucid comment! 🙂
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rameshram
August 10, 2012
and I must disagree with rangan’s meditation on sex films. I, when I was younger always was aware of (and could rent for a net thirty rupees , a VCR and a set of porn tapes (we called fellatio lipstick.) the problem was we were completely turned off by the pile driving. we would have loved cinemax late night films if we could have found them. I think the only reason they stopped producing titilating films in bollywood is that the INDUSTRY TALENT has become more peter. they are selling films to peters in Big films and UTV that went to mood indigo and smoked pot with the rockers there(thus explaining the existancew of anurag kashyap) its not that the 70’s did not have its compliment of mallika sarabhais pratima bedis and parveen babis, it ALSO had its karnans kondkes and is johars.
Point me to ONE IS johar in hindi films today(Akshay kumar does not count because he has way less sex than you imagine with all those white extras)
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rameshram
August 10, 2012
just call me guruji.
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Arijit
August 10, 2012
this review is brilliant…i just kept laughing…and the punctuation is just perfect…to quote a bad joke from sidhu…the punctuation in this review works like bikinis/crickets stats…looks like the film didn’t match up to your “expectations”…:P
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Priya Sreeram (@priyasreeram)
August 10, 2012
aaha- lovely review !
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vinjk
August 10, 2012
the best comment!
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Aurora Vampiris
August 10, 2012
Okay, seriously, how old are you? You’re starting to creep me out, man.
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rameshram
August 11, 2012
Aurora, I’m as old as Edward cullen 😉
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brangan
August 11, 2012
Arijit: reg.”the punctuation is just perfect,” thanks — but I must say I’ve never received such a grammatical compliment before 🙂
And I’m genuinely curious. What made you arrive at this conclusion? Is there something different (according to you) in the way I’ve use punctuation here as opposed to elsewhere? Can you point out a sentence or so? Thanks.
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rameshram
August 11, 2012
when am I gonna see “Ah feel like a 12 year old vagina?” ( theres nothing ofensive about the product (penile enhancers..vagina tighteners same difference) …only the ad…
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KayKay
August 12, 2012
Nah, I pegged you for the obese guy living in his mom’s basement long time ago!
You’re the Warlock from Live Free Or Die Hard:-)
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rameshram
August 12, 2012
I’m irresistable darling!
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Govardhan Giridass
August 12, 2012
And if anybody is interested in Sunny Leone in tasteful girl on girl action along with Naomi and Daisy Marie, “The Female Gardener” is highly recommended. BR, please don’t mind. Just thought that God’s work must continue.
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rameshram
August 12, 2012
BR? mind?
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venkatesh
August 13, 2012
rameshram : Is this some sort of a spoof or real ?
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Arijit
August 13, 2012
no…what i meant was that in this review the use of punctuation complements the mood perfectly…for e.g. “It’s a performance with considerable… um, depth.”…the pause or in urdu what they would call a ‘thehrau’ (i hope i got that correct) and then the words “depth” are just made for each other in the context of this review… 😛
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Prasun Banerjee
August 13, 2012
An entire review of Jism 2 and no mention of the absolutely out of the world performance by Arif Zakaria. You ve got to hand it to the man … he makes Leone a contender for the best actress !!! Also Jism 1 had some great songs
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rameshram
August 14, 2012
its a real ad.
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Sev
August 16, 2013
Such a waste of an actor of Hooda’s caliber. He was so great in Sahib,B aur gangaster, and of course, Once Upon a Time in Mumbai. The things good actors have to do to survive and pay the bills!
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brangan
August 17, 2013
Sev: I like Hooda. Did you see this review of Risk?
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