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HISS – Review

Posted by Editor on October 23, 2010 | No Comments


PRODUCER – Govind Menon, Vikram Singh, Ratan Jain, William Sees Keenan

DIRECTOR – Jennifer Lynch

WRITER – Jennifer Lynch

CAST – Mallika Sherawat, Irrfan Khan, Divya Dutta, Jeff Doucette, Mallika Sherawat’s body double.

MUSIC – Alexander von Bubenheim

‘Hiss’, the Mallika Sherwat-Jennifer Lynch film about the legend of the dreaded snake-woman is a spiritually draining experience. More so is writing about it. Because the soul dislikes negatives and splinters when there is an abundance of it. It searches for a single positive to resurrect its own self but is shattered when having to encounter the brutal reality of a film that is so low on everything that it shocks human sensibilities of all types. Was this a film made by a group of healthy, intelligent human beings? Or let’s say human beings minus all other attributes? Or were all of them snakes? Wish the viewer was one too. Maybe then it would have been less painful? Such is the desperate cry of the soul.

The film revolves around the legend of the ichhadhaari nagin in possession of the naagmani and her lover caught by evil-doers in search of that naagmani. The classic evil sapera or snake-charmer is a deranged cancerous Englishman and the human element of this ‘spiritual’ tale is a non-believing police officer, rendered useless by the end of the film. This police officer has a loving wife and an insane mother-in-law who make up his as wierd-as-the-naagin’s existence.
It is a little mystery, what the makers intended to achieve. The film meanders in a languid fashion very similar to Ms Sherwat’s body double slithering up a light pole and is equally meaningless. This mystery is played up between shots of extreme gore, banal investigation and Ms Sherawat’s listless wanderings in pieces of next-to-nothing. More thought seems to have gone in the piece of clothing she is to appear in the next transformation than the screenplay. If there was one to begin with.

It is impossible to say which is worse in the film, the puke-inducing deliberately elaborate gore, or the desperate portrayal of Ms Sherawat as the alluring, sexy snake-woman or her desperate attempts to look the lost, forlorn lover or the silly and un-terrifying graphics of her transformation or the deranged Englishman with zero acting abilities or the appalling tackiness of the whole package, or the surprising slow death of a good actor once called Irrfan Khan. There is flesh and there is gore. Like it would be in D grade horror flick. But ultimately the titillation is not worth the effort of sitting through a horrendous and depressingly bad film such as this. Hiss.


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