First in the series is the one below: It was about the Worst Horror Movies made in Bollywood. I have re-written some part and improved some grammar (hopefully :P)
All right so where do we start in Bollywood? Indian audiences have always been subjugated to some excruciatingly done horror movies, who at best try to pass of as sex movies. I have been infinitely lucky (in spite of hating Horror Movies) to have watched, quite a mouthful. Almost immediately a pattern in Bollywood Horror movie is clear : a selected band of idiots decide to party somewhere . usually three couples (girl and boys) and then one or two extra to bring about the jealousy / lust/ terror angle to the plot - quite appropriately a haveli in the midst of Timbuktu happens to be the place where they either want to picnic / study / play . Conveniently all such havelis have a murderous past and a demonic saga associated with them - and its always the gardener / chowkidaar who has survived to tell the tale.
Hence, while the demons wait to be enraged and awakened, the playmates of the haveli engage happily in mutual appreciation and lustful glances; lovers in process of exploring nefarious areas of the mansion, manage to awaken the demons who, merely work for the viewer’s cause by ending theirs and our sorrow. Hence then, what movies are we talking about here? Below are the classics which I happened to see, and are my all time favorite worst horror movies!
The curse of Ichchadari Shaitan
Ichchadari Shaitan is a classic recipe for any Bollywood sleaze cum horror movie. The settings are appropriate . 30 students on pretext of research manage themselves in a haveli after escaping a rather wildish bunch of tribesmen. While men ooze on women bathing in pretext of research, the women themselves for most parts before demons kick in, lustily bathe under a waterfall (specially erected for them); women pout their lips over their lipsticks, erotically inviting their male brethren to give-it-to-them. However all is not well in such a conglomerate, and one such freak wanderings into forest by a lady only results in her getting raped by the shaitan! and then the shaitan having tasted blood begins to ask more! Guffaw at some bizzare special effects involving a cigarette smoke becoming fire and following someone and setting them to fire can only make you smile.
Next, of course a local tantrik is available and while he seems to be helping the researchers battle the raping demon, he is secretly worshipping an ichchadari shaitan (yeah yeah) who comes to life at each individual death. The idea of the tantrik is to cast his ichchadari shaitan on unsuspecting females, and create a team of zombies to take over mother earth (I am absolutely NOT kidding here). So do the intellectual males be able to fight out such a diabolical plan? is there any other stone which might crush this ichchadari shaitan? Does the Tantrik make the zombie army? I ain’t telling you this . You have to simply experience this spectacle!
The Secret of Raaz
One of the more recent movies in horror genre, Raaz is one hell of watch because of its ghost-who-warns-before-doing-anything types. The ghost always makes a ghastly entry whenever it tries to do something scary. As a precaution, the ghost always put its pervert hands into the swaying knee length hair of the heroine. Lest that the heroine get scared and faint, it always warns her before arrival - the sound of chimes, the cycle falling, the creaking of windows, or the innumerable 5 year old tricks it has up its sleeves. However all is not lost for us mortals, for there exists an advanced form of Tantrik who passes off as researcher in paranormal sciences, and his methods to find ghost spots are better than todays GPS systems. For, he produces a yellow lemon tied to string and wanders with it around in the forest, much like our own Cuthbert Calculus of Tintin fame. When the X-Spot is reached, voila, the yellow lemon transmogrifies into stunning Red! Some horrendously done scenes later, and aurat ki shakthi scenes later all is well and sundry. An immensely forgettable fare if not for the utterly sexy ghost in her past life.
The Whore-ing winds
Hawa could very well have been titled Shaitani Hawas, Dracula ki Chahat, Chudaili Havayen, Katharnak Qatil or something equally frustrating. Instead, the director chose to name this movie Hawas, but since the movie title had already been booked for a steamy affair, he settled for Hawa; after all the main protagonist is wind only.
This one too has it all, a spooky villa complete with foggy forests, howling hyenas, creaking windows, faltering doors and the complete necessary crap for such a movie. Enter the heroine who apparently looks tired and misfit, and who when tries to fill in the dryness of life, receives a shock. The wind simply rapes her. The scenes are comical . Its hard enough to think of wind raping someone, its harder to show it on screen; so we have Tabu, splitting her legs in wild synchrony, while her hands almost stretched out apocalyptically indicating certain doom. As if the director werent convinced, the act of rape happens with repetitively, till the wind declares . .”oh well, you see I was just a ghost gone crazy!”. The final spectacle is simply a sight to watch out for - a angelic demon or maybe the other way round, blesses the children and mom together.
The Dracula Crisis!
This one takes the cake. The very name Khooni Dracula had me in fits of laughter. This is a movie of draculian proportions . A lusty fatso rapes his maid in a haveli and kills her. Blood flows from her body to the dungeon, where you guessed it - a Dracula lay awaiting to be rejuvenated back to life. The drops of blood bring the Dracula to life and he becomes the slave of the fatso (since he was rekindled by him), and hey presto! - your recipe is ready for some Dracula-Drama. The fatso commands the Dracula to rape and kill, giving immense scope for ladies who besides being killed, are bathing in revealing clothes, pouting lips, flashing their thighs, singing songs, getting raped and finally murdered. As if this were not enough, there are sub stories to keep you going - a brother / sis drama, a super cop on Draculas trail, who relies on his girlfriends PHD thesis in draculanomyics. The Dracula himself could give the killers of sssssssssssh and scream a run for their money - a dilapidated piece of rubber with a black overhaul makes for some amazing fashion statement. All in all, this is one classic no one should ever miss!!!
The Scent of the CHUDAIL
This movie perhaps has one of the ever green classics which I have had the immense opportunity to see not once but twice. This is Ramsay brothers meet The Mummy. The story goes thus . A dying man in a haveli in the middle of nowhere gets a Tantrik to remove his illness. But alas, the Tantrik falls in love with the man’s wife ( theheroine) and especially her bosom bottoms; and the ever so ready svelte heroine is only too pleased at chances of building her friendly relations; Thus, the lame man dies, since tantrik is busy in other activities. Once dead, the heroine has no one to support in the lonely haveli . Hence tantrik teaches her a bag of tricks which she uses to get rid of tantrik himself! A maha tantrik mummifies her and buries her in a dungeon, only to be found by a group of archeologists indulging in research regarding to shapes and sizes. But obviously, one crackpot lets this chudail loose and then all hell breaks loose - people flying all over place, demonic flames and stuff which makes horror movies so enjoyable! And oh, the chudail with all her looks (who by the way could have given phoolan a run for her money, or hidimba to have a superiority complex) is named “Sundari”