STORY: Siya (Zareen) appears to be the bone of contention between warring businessmen Aditya (Sharman) and Saurav (Karan). But this one runs deeper than your average love triangle.
REVIEW: Aditya and Siya are a happy couple. They are shown making passionate love in repetitive montages, kissing, feeling, titillating; while a reprised version of the ’90s track Tumhe Apna Banane Ki Kasam plays soulfully. This compatible couple readily agrees on everything in the bedroom or the boardroom. But their bliss is interrupted when a gift-wrapped orange Audi arrives in their lives. Instead of zooming into the sunset, they go seeking the mystery man (Saurav) who gifted it to them.
Without as much blinking or arching his bleached, tweezed eyebrows, Saurav propositions Aditya. He says he can bankroll him, provided he allows him to sleep with his wife for one night. This bit is tacky because Saurav is neither as suave as Robert Redford from The Indecent Proposal nor is Siya as irresistible as Demi Moore. The similarity to the Hollywood film ends with Aditya reacting as violently as Woody Harrelson.
While the inevitable must happen, Siya plays coy; Aditya plays spoilsport and Saurav has to stay content with having sex with Aditya’s disgruntled secretary, Kaya (Daisy Shah) who gives him a skin show, writhes like a pole dancer and kisses willingly. The plot remains unhurried as another round of those erotic montages shot against chart-busting tracks try to keep the audience hooked.
In an attempt not to make these films seem like pure steam fests, the makers usually thrown in a revenge drama angle. So true to the fabric of this franchise, here too there’s a suspense drama around some ugly sibling rivalry woven in. However, while the film is good-looking, the plot is convoluted. There’s bizarre justification for the poison-ivy women and avaricious despots. But then again, these sequels are about erotica being served piping hot Bollywood style.
So indulge in some guilt-free ‘entertainment’ and don’t go looking for soul. In the performance section, Sharman seems odd when he is shirtless but sincere when he’s buttoned-up. Karan caresses Zareen, his object of desire with his eyes even better than he does with his hands.