Rajjo

Rajjo is a futile exercise in trying to titillate the masses or win over the classes with a strong narrative.

The film is full of absurdities which border on ludicrous. A Virar train has never looked this empty. A parrot dies and his remains are eaten by a cat. A sugarcane vendor does shayari.

Tacky treatment, dialogues (Jayant Pawar and Vishwas Patil) filled with colouful language, and a story that belies its moral bankruptcy for the sake of tititllation, this film is cringe worthy experience.

The only reason you'd want to watch Rajjo is if you're an obsessive Kangana Ranaut fan. She's like an elf amidst a sea of unflattering faces, and - almost literally -lights up every dingy frame. Otherwise rent yourself a copy of Salman Khan's Baaghi, a superior movie with a similar theme.

Rajjo has many shortcomings making is an easy skip. Filmmaker Vishwas Patil not only fails to extract performance from an actress like Kangana but also fails miserably in putting together a film which can be watched.

Rajjo is a horribly confused film. It is shabbily edited to the point of seeming to be cut-pasted from different films. The story launches into too many tracks which almost never come full circle.

Save for Kangna Ranaut's arresting screen presence and earnestness, this film has nothing going for it.

It is a shameful piece of cinema. I am flabbergasted at this ridiculous film. Even zero seemed like a high rating but I am left with no option, hence a 0 on 5 for this film. Filmmakers don't respect art anymore and that's what the problem is. I echo the sentiments of a certain song in the film -Kalega hai haazir, where's the khanjar man? Kill me already!

Rajjo claims to be a sensitive examination of the social discrimination faced by prostitutes, but writer and director Vishwas Patil's feminism can be measured by the depth of lead performer Kangana Ranaut's cleavage.