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Lady serial killer
director – Shirish Kunder
To emit – Jacqueline Fernández, Manoj Bajpayee, Mohit Raina
Long before Mrs. Serial Killer starts killing, I wish you would give up on going after your target and focus on yourself. You would be willing to come in silence, without putting up any fighting at all. I might even torture you first; You will leave her. If she makes a mistake, as she usually does, and allows her to escape, she will return to her den. This is a much better proposition than having to endure another minute of the new Netflix movie, starring Jacqueline Fernández and Manoj Bajpayee as a couple from hell.
From the Joker director (not that one) and the producer of Happy New Year (exactly the one you’re thinking of), comes a movie that somehow represents a low career for both of them. Ms. Serial Killer has the emotional complexity and progressive attitude of an Ekta Kapoor series. At one point in the film, the less morally questionable character suggests that it is “strange” for a single woman to visit a gynecologist.
Watch the Mrs Serial Killer trailer here
I am not exaggerating when I say that each of its central characters is, to a certain extent, a psychopath. It is established quite early that not everything is fine with Sona, the woman who plays Jacqueline. In one of the opening scenes of the film, Sona decides that the best way to tell her husband that she is pregnant is to pretend that her home has been broken into by a deviant while he is away. Like virtually every scene in the film, it is staggeringly ill-conceived, forgiving of pun.
But poor Sona knows little that her husband will soon be involved in a Nithari-like case, after several bodies of poorly hidden “single pregnant girls” are discovered in their sprawling Nainital home. Without a lawyer willing to take on the case, Sona, who on her own seems to be pushing feminism three decades ago and redefining what it means to be a ‘loving wife,’ visits a lawyer her gynecologist husband was once treated. for some reason. Convinced that her husband is innocent, Sona drives to the former lawyer’s mansion and discovers that she is on her deathbed, living her last days in a room that looks like a Thai strip club.
Jacqueline Fernández in a frame of Mrs. Serial Killer, the new Netflix India movie.
In one of the movie’s hilarious first involuntary moments, the lawyer surprises everyone by showing up at the first hearing by video call, without even informing the prosecution, the judge, or even your client he was going to do the trick. After the initial hearing, the lawyer confesses that the evidence appears to be against Sona’s husband and the most absurd idea occurs to him. He tells Sona that to clear her husband’s name, she must commit a copycat murder, so that everyone thinks the killer is still out there.
It was somewhat surprising that Sona is not even the protagonist of the film, since men have the meatiest roles. She is terribly passive as a person, always waiting to be told what to do, and gullible beyond belief. It doesn’t help that Jacqueline offers poor performance, but in all honesty, even Meryl Streep would have a hard time delivering some of these lines with a straight face.
For example, did you imagine Manoj Bajpayee during the filming of the masterpiece Aligarh, that less than five years later would appear in a movie that would require him to shout the words “I’m not a damn ice cream” at the top of his voice? Probably not. Seeing Bajpayee move on paper is like catching a red-handed uncle of yours in a seedy part of town. You look at each other for a second and silently agree not to say anything to anyone else. Both have been caught in a compromised position.
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But while Jacqueline is deciphering the Hindi language, director Shirish Kunder shows a blatant disregard for the language of cinema. Mrs. Serial Killer has one of the worst green screen jobs I’ve ever seen, and Kunder’s idea of symbolism seems to be restricted to arranging a piece of string to look like you, the viewer, is flipping .
And that’s the general thrill with which Ms. Serial Killer leaves you. Not only does he not respect his intelligence, but he pretends, for a brief time toward the end, that he’s been in the joke the whole time. He doesn’t have any of the tongue-in-cheek laughter made by producer Farah Khan’s Main Hoon Na, but is instead a strong contender for one of the worst movies of 2020.
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