Splinters From a Matinee Blow
Erotica goes bonkers and the thriller genre takes a hike in Puja Bhatt’s recent adulteration, Jism 2. We plumb through the bad, the ugly and the not snugly in this madsters‘ saga and lay the frosted glass clean.
The plausible in the bin
Very importantly, Isna’s character in the film is inconstant. Isna accepts everything that Ayaan and his superior tell her quite stupidly: that they are unofficial intelligence officials; that they would pay her ten crore rupees; that they are the good guys; that her ex-lover is a dreaded assassin. They never try to convince her, but just tell her and she believes them, agreeing to their plans. She doesn’t check their ids, doesn’t investigate about them. By this logic, Isna is a gullible fool with authoritative men. Show her a powerful man and she melts into a being a yes daddy girl. But when she pursues the domineering assassin Kabeer, sleeps with him, traps him and kills him, she doesn’t appear such a lackey to authority. In fact, she disbelieves him enough to kill him.
The flickering femme fatale
Let’s just mouth them
Bawdy camera, shoddy camera
Sometimes, the camera does indeed do brilliant work, e.g. the close-up shot of Isna gulping a shot of vodka with everyone staring at her stunning demeanour, the deep-focus shot of Isna climbing up the stairs of the hotel followed by an enchanted Ayaan, the first few close-up shots of Kabeer melancholically playing the cello in his den. Otherwise, it keeps busy with abrupt shots, flat shots, unnecessary overuse of wide-angles and close-ups, and bad and indiscriminate use of deep-focus.