A review from Aunt Nohida. The dark side of desire 2 is like a symphony. You cannot watch it in parts or on rewind. Imagine you came to the conservatory. And... No passes, no talk, no Pepsi-Cola, no beer and no popcorn. In a word, it's nouveau noir. There is also the concept of “arthouse cinema”. But Jism-2 is probably not an arthouse. What's an arthouse? I came from the common people. My ancestors are shepherds, hunters and self-taught veterinarians. For me, arthouse is wretched pontiffs and ostentatious stupidity, but in half with an incomprehensible “plebs” ambush.
Jism-2 is not an arthouse, but an Indian Nuovo Noir. I'd say it's a comedy thriller with outward signs of an erotic action movie. Songs, taverns, shooting, murder, copulation... They live comfortably and carefreely. And only love, shatters all well-being.
A tough love triangle. Silent scenes. A beautiful life is not forbidden... But all this is false and parody. A parody of the genre. On modern, faceless, stamped melodramas and TV series. That’s why this film deserves close attention.
Absurd plot, absurd passions, absurd, sucked out of the finger problems. It's not real! And the neckline, and the feelings, and the agents of the Indian Security Service. And even a gun, of which the "great" itself. Sunny Leone kills her husband. On the worn barrel clearly and clearly visible drilled hole. This is a training pistol!
And this is the inimitable, all-conquering Indian humor. And we have a pistol and a samovar. And the queen is a leaky one; because she's a high-rated porn star. That's the kind of self-irony in the nouveau noir genre. By the way, in what, and in eroticism, the Hindus understand more frigid, increasingly degenerate Europe.
And it becomes sad and ashamed, for all our "specialties..." For fishing and hunting, for “Zhmurki” and “72 meters”, for “Prestoire”, “Brothers” and “Wild”. For all sorts of "saboteurs" and "Ninth vomiting"... The Indians have already trampled and surpassed us! And ten Aniutok Semenovich do not shake their breasts like only one Sunny Leone. What can we say about the direction and Sufi echid humor?
This is also the answer to the question of censorship. To show real love and real eroticism on the screen, there is no need (it turns out!) to show tits and butts. To show feelings: shock, grief, rage and horror, you do not need to swear (or talk) from the screen. In Jism-2, there are no bare ass or mat.
And there are no obscene jokes, puddles, dumpsters, dirt, fecal heaps and group urination. All that is so famous for our new, post-perestroika Russian cinema. And for this reason at least, there is something to learn from the Hindus, we Europeans.
So what is it? Black comedy, or a parody of an erotic thriller? Let everyone answer it for themselves. I have two opinions, and I disagree with neither of them. From the point of view of the average and “normal”, family-domestic woman, in the end should sound a sad Ukrainian (Bandera) song – “Two colors”.
Two colors are mine, two colors.
Both on the canvases, in the soul of my body.
Two colors are mine, two colors.
Red is love, and black is horny.
But still, "Jism-2" is a film for a male audience, and so I will voice a clear male view of such Indian Nuovo Noir.
You have rejected me twice;
"I don't want to," you said.
That's the kind of contagion.
- The girl of my dreams!