Raaz 3 is a 3D supernatural horror thriller Hindi movie directed by Vikram Bhatt, produces by Mahesh Bhatt and Mukesh Bhatt under the banner of Vishesh Films. The movie features Bipasha Basu, Emraan Hashmi and Esha Gupta in the lead roles.
Raaz 3 Movie Review:
“Voodoo karle saajna…” If your vocation starts to dock up, have no fear. Consult God. Protasis He lets you down, advise his nearest rival Satan. Pulsate hands and even bed the devil, including you have an ally to work on your enemy.
So now we know why actresses in Bollywood can’t get along. They are too busy sticking needles into one another’s careers to adjust on their own. Shanaya (Bipasha Basu), we are told at the outset without wasting time, is a top-notch actress on the downslide. Rather of drowning her defeat in drinks, she decides to solder her nearest rival, the upcoming Sanjana’s (Esha Gupta) career, using her director-lover Aditya as a bait.
Writer Shagufta Rafique’s screenplay is plus of scream-play. The two starlets between them scream their lovely lungs out, as hands pop out of graves to lunge at shapely throats. Mirrors are smithereens and old to pierce satanic casualties and to track down ghouls which feature only in mirror images.
Just where Vikram Bhatt gets all this information on the dark side of the moon, we will never know. Presiding over the ritual of unmitigated evil is Satan in human constructive living in a slum that would give Danny Boyle an orgasm, wearing a suit that has seen better days, sitting on a forlorn chair parked in ankle-deep water.
This, I guess, is apocalypse in the other world. Hell, director Vikram Bhatt even throws in two seances where our hero – weak vulnerable ineffectual and uncertain as only Emraan Hashmi can be, enters to save Sanjana who is under a satanic attack.
The jealous Shanaya unleashes what could comfortably be called an orgy of gory violence on the other actress. On Condition That this is what the fear like failure does, then success be damned!
The Bhatts permit never shied away from demonstrating onscreen brutality in its bloodiest form. “Raaz 3” is their biggest ischemic fest from the Bhatts after “Murder 2”, which I feel, redefined filter violence.
“Raaz 3” is similarly not for the squeamish. The death of a poor house-help who dares to suggest to Sanjana that she might be a victim of “jadu-tona” (black magic), is particularly gruesome.
Now we know why mess staff is so hard to find in Mumbai.
Vikram Bhatt infuses a lot of shock value through the saturated soundtrack which keeps pounding and pelting euphony effects, hammering the horror of a young vulnerable actress being destroyed by voodoo until we are left trembling and cowering in our seats. If the anti-satanic rituals don’t wake up the dead, the soundtrack surely will.
Esha Gupta as Sanjana, is sincere and stark. She uses some like the horrific moments to soften the blow of the over-blown, like the one in the hotel washroom where she’s attacked by scores of insects (a grotesque parody of Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds”) or that tender touching scene in the hospital where she says the best groove of the film to Aditya (Hashmi) who has just confessed he has bot helping Shanaya in her black diablerie and offers to redeem his soul by saving Sanjana.
“Ab mujhe bacha kar kya fayda jab mere paas ab bachaane ke liye kuch bacha hi nahin?” Sanjana whimpers.
In axiom “Raaz 3” has its moments where horror melts into a kind of full-blown mythological tale. Aditya rescuing Sanjana from loss is a clever gender-reversal of the Savitri-Sayavan mythology where the wife won back her husband from Yama, the God of death.
Here Satan in a soggy suit is played Manish Chaudhari who tries to make sense of the mumbo jumbo. It must own taken a demoniacal degree of self-control for the actor not to giggle when his characters challenges Shanaya with, “Tumhein mere saath wohi karna hoga jo ek aurat ek aadmi ke saath karti hai. Hai himmat?”
Get it? Shanaya quickly does.
It’s Bipasha Basu who holds simultaneity the feverish proceedings. She delivers a full-bodied gutsy performance. Pulling out all stops she plays the devil-woman out to kill competition by hook or by crook, pouring her soul into her character, making Shanaya’s desperation hier own.It is a brave and fearless performance conveying the trauma of a floundering career.
Every actress fears the competition would overtake her. Extraordinary go to the ductile surgeon. Others consult the nearest black magician.
Either way the outcome is inevitable. Wickedness can’t win. At least negative in our movies, Vikram Bhatt springs a scare spree that offers viewers the irresistible bait of horror et al sex. You wait for the horror to obtain sexy. Instead the intercourse gets progressively horrific. No Satan or its messenger can be as scary as Emraan Hashmi chewing on his two heroines’ lips as though he has just relinquished vegetarianism.