Spoilers ahead…
The latest instalment in the Hate Story franchise is titled Hate Story IV, which instantly begs the question: Why the Roman numeral when the preceding films were simply numbered “2” and “3”? Isn’t this going to prove cumbersome when the eighteenth chapter rolls along? (And you know there’s going to be an eighteenth chapter. It’s the law of “erotic thrillers.” The actors keep making love on screen. The movies keep multiplying.) But back to the original question: However are they going to fit Hate Story XVIII on a poster? Or is this the director Vishal Pandya’s way of winking at us? Could the “IV” really be a hint that if this film were a person, it would be on intravenous therapy? The strain is showing — and not just on the bra straps.
The film opens with a killing. We catch Tasha (Urvashi Rautela) and Aryan (Vivan Bhatena) in the midst of a heated argument, and Rishma (Ihana Dhillon) walks in. There’s the sense that she’s caught them red-handed. She pulls out a gun and says, “Bistar ke oopar chadar badli jaa sakti hai… us chadar mein lipti mashooka nahin.” (You can change the covers on your bed but not the lovers wrapped in those covers.) Listening to this startlingly declamatory line, you feel you’re witnessing the birth of a new genre, soft-core porn with delusions of grandeur, the result of Mastizaade grabbing a quickie with Mughal-e-Azam. There’s a scuffle, and Aryan ends up shooting Rishma. We’re meant to think the death is accidental, but I’m betting that it was murder. Someone who speaks like that has forfeited the right to live.
Which brings me to the dialogues by Milap Milan Zaveri, who, after his sweaty exertions on films like Grand Masti, is generally regarded as the K Asif of the genre. Consider the flashback between Aryan and a bikini-clad Rishma that plays out by a swimming pool. He embraces her from behind. “Did you miss me that much?” she asks. He replies, “I missed my morning gift.” At that moment, I began to regard Vivan Bhatena in a new light. Keeping a straight face through this exchange may be the Bollywood equivalent of Meryl Streep affecting a new accent. You don’t know what it takes till you try it. The scene continues. Rishma says her body is 65 percent water. Aryan replies, with the light of love shining in his eyes, “But I love you not 65, but 100 percent.” Or, as it must have read on the dialogue sheet, “But I love you not LXV, but C percent.”
The penchant for verbosity runs in the family, for here’s what Aryan’s brother, Rajveer (Karan Wahi), says when forcing himself on a woman: “I’m somebody who can get anybody but I want nobody except your body.” I wanted to take him to a corner and gently explain that he was mixing up his nouns and pronouns, but I figured this is what happens when you’re punished with Gulshan Grover for a father. Grover plays a mayoral candidate (in London; the cast of befuddled British extras provides another layer of entertainment), who meets Rajveer’s girlfriend at a party. Observing the similarities between father and son, she remarks, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” (The line is touchingly subtitled in Hindi: “Seb ped se zyaada door nahin girti.” Because you wouldn’t want to miss a single word!) Grover says, “Ek seb ke wajah se Adam jannat se nikaala gaya tha.” (It was because of an apple that Adam was driven out of Paradise.) I’d say that was also the point my self-respect nearly drove me out of the theatre.
What is this film? The posters lead you to expect an example of the KFC school of cinema, essentially an endless supply of breasts and legs — but the director chickens out when it comes to actually showing sex. He concentrates on plot, which is dafter than the dialogue. Put simply, it’s a wronged-woman-takes-revenge drama, a Zakhmee Aurat where, instead of being castrated, the men are asphyxiated in cleavage. Who is the audience, really? Horny teens have access to far more stimulating porn. (Added bonus: They don’t have to sit through Milap Milan Zaveri’s dialogue, given that the exchanges are essentially in the universal language of “ah”-s and “oh”-s.) Fans of thrillers can do far better than an Urvashi Rautela starrer. Who, then? The question has been haunting me XXIV/VII.
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sanjana
March 15, 2018
I was waiting for this review and you did not disappoint me.
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Devarsi Ghosh
March 15, 2018
I kept thinking why would you go and even watch this film as I read this. And then, I saw the last line, and realised it was worth the trouble.
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Dracarys
March 15, 2018
Where the fuck have you been?!!! 🤣
Reviewing incest laden movies, and reading those wasn’t dun!
Heck this was whistle worthy!!!😎😂
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shaviswa
March 15, 2018
LOL!!! Brangan at his nastiest wittiness.
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astha
March 15, 2018
Hahahaha! My question always is why are they still making these kind of movies? From where are they getting the money? Who goes to watch them? and a few more whats, whys, hows…
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astha
March 15, 2018
Oh and I was watching this Children’s dance reality show where Urwashi Rautela came to promote this movie. I mean really, this is the place to promote this movie?
And there she asked one of the five year old performers to dance with her on “Love dose” and the five year old agreed and then Urwashi started dancing like there is no tomorrow while the five year old just stood in a corner.
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Sri
March 15, 2018
Been a while since there was so much fun, wordplay and snark in a review! 🙂
Also, Netflix carries this movie. I was going to say, “Hell No!”, But looks like this might be a new age Jaani Dushman!
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abzee
March 15, 2018
Dayummm! The whole review is one long burrrnnn!
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Swathi
March 15, 2018
“The posters lead you to expect an example of the KFC school of cinema, essentially an endless supply of breasts and legs — but the director chickens out when it comes to actually showing sex.”
KFC school of cinema! I burst out laughing at this.
I have loved your reviews but there is a certain guilty pleasure I get from reading you destroy horrible movies.
And it is a true testament to your dedication that you could sit through this one.
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Vidya Ramesh
March 15, 2018
I pictured you taking him into a corner and explain ing his nouns and pronouns..fell down laughing almost. 🙂 at your best Mr BR !
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Anuja Chandramouli
March 15, 2018
I simply cannot find the words to express how much I enjoyed reading every single word of this review! Bless you BR! And damn you! I have laughter lines now 🙂
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Madan
March 15, 2018
BEST REVIEW EVER!! 😀 Even the last line was killer, very deft touch past the keeper for four glorious runs.
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Jayaram Balasubramanian
March 15, 2018
This is best and you didn’t disappoint. Wish Bollywood makes more such movies…do write a Part II for this movie.
JB
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Anu Warrier
March 15, 2018
Ha ha ha! Like Anuja and the others, I’m laughing so hard as I read this review. Man, the things you have to do!
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Sriram G
March 15, 2018
Felt the same (Guilty?) pleasure as the “Teraa Suroor” review. Keep rocking BR!!!
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MANK
March 15, 2018
Mastizaade grabbing a quickie with Mughal-e-Azam
he he heeeeeeeeee. ROFL all the way
Seriously, who watches these films .
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Wander like the Wind
March 15, 2018
Why is it that the worst of movies bring out the best out of a reviewer? That was some review..
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subsri99
March 15, 2018
“The actors keep making love on screen. The movies keep multiplying.”. Epic!
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Pavan
March 15, 2018
You know what’s really painful? The fact that the makers really feel that sex and revenge can be cooked at a time. Sex is hot, revenge is cold. The result is a hotch potch. Almost lifeless.
Go for a brutally real gangster drama like Satya and fill it with passionate love making scenes. Nothing shall look out of place. Because revenge shall be far far potent than sex there. Take a very intense love story, and lovemaking seems like a happening. Nothing more, nothing less.
Unless in erotica, sex can never be a real selling point. It just can be a mirror to the inner romantic feelings or just a public appeasing subplot. I say it, even for sex comedies, this shall hold true because the focus is on making the viewers laugh. Sex is always in the background there. Any one wishes to add something?
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ramitbajaj01
March 15, 2018
Each of the previous 3 installments of this series has earned the filmmakers about double their investment. That’s a good enough reason to continue with this low grade cinema. Only a failure would set things straight.
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kaizokukeshav
March 15, 2018
“instead of being castrated, the men are asphyxiated in cleavage”, hahahaha cracked me up.
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Rishi
March 15, 2018
That was hilarious. This movie sounds so terrible that I kinda want to watch it now…
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Anamika
March 15, 2018
(The line is touchingly subtitled in Hindi: “Seb ped se zyaada door nahin girti.” Because you wouldn’t want to miss a single word!)
For real? They provide subtitles in Hindi for the offhanded English remark? Were the following lines there then?
Shut up – Chup karo
Come baby – Aao bacchi
Hate Story IV – Nafrat kahani Roman sankhya char
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brangan
March 16, 2018
Anamika: For me, the height was when a character said “okay” and the subtitle read “ओके “.
I am serious!!!
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sanjana
March 16, 2018
By the way, this film did better than 3 Storeys and so we can expect more. More the merrier!
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thepuccacritic
March 16, 2018
Please review Sonu Ke Tittu Ki Sweety as well. (Yes, that’s a film title).
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Pavan
March 16, 2018
thepuccacritic: He did.
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Akiatta
March 17, 2018
Another Year, Another Sex themed movie. In a weird way, these movies are still working somehow. Probably due to the wild fantasies that drive an indian man’s life.
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Arun Pradeep
March 19, 2018
That last line was pure gold. At your best sir.
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Boo
March 20, 2018
“ The strain is showing — and not just on the bra straps.”
How? How do you do this? Dheivame! 🙏🏽
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Uncouth Village Youth
March 21, 2018
Somehow this review feels very liberated and fun, than your ones for FC. A bit like Kohli chasing 270 against SL in Rajkot. Well done.
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Kaushik Bhattacharya
March 22, 2018
Hands down the funniest review you’ve written in a while 🙂 It’s downright sad that such drivel still gets made and what’s more makes money!
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brangan
May 29, 2018
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MANK
May 29, 2018
ugh! Braggart Rangan is back 😀
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bart
May 29, 2018
I didn’t say this was related. Came across as a twitter forward.. 😀 :p
Sanjay Manjrekar
@sanjumanju218
May 27
It might be #CSKvsSRH in the finals today, but the match happens at the home of cricket, Wankhede. You just can’t keep Mumbai out of the game. #ProudMumbaikar #IPL2018Final
saurabh kumar(sk)
@saurabhkumarsk4
Replying to @sanjumanju218
😂😂 same as a carpenter celebrating for a newly wed couple first ni8….
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