Rahul Bagga and Tara Berry are convincing for most of their parts in the movie. There are, nonetheless, a few high points in the film. He is happy that he has fodder for one more Mastram story. The protagonist, who is supposed to be a 'clean' writer, is forced to write porn when he sees his wife having sex with his friend.
The developments in Rajaram aka Mastram's life are too abrupt to develop any emotional connect with the audience.Īnother sore point is the stereotypical objectification of women in the movie as mere sex objects. Secondly, Mastram also lets down people looking forward to watch the life of a writer like Mastram. The film doesn't even cater to people looking for the relieving Mastram era of 1980s. Not enough to qualify for an erotica.Įven in the most hard-hitting story of Mastram, the one where he talks about his own wife's sexual adventures, all you see is a messy Tara Alisha Berry (Rajaram's wife) mixing sex with cooking in a fling with her husband's friend. There is some skin show, stripping and heaving that you are subjected to, but there's only so much. The movie falls short of an erotica (or porn, whichever term you prefer) you can enjoy. The film that had a lot of potential, but what’s missing is the ‘woh wali baat’.First of all, all fans of Mastram planning a nostalgic visit to the theatres will be disappointed. Rahul’s performance warms up at the start, but his expressions soon get repetitive, and Tara can’t juice the plot that runs dry. The story lacks stamina, and the background music drags the plot. The problem is the storytelling that’s languid and uninventive for a subject so explorative. It’s about the psyche and dilemma of a writer torn apart between art and erotica. Even the typography of the title symbolizes a male organ, but the film is far from pornographic. Jaiswal’s premise is different and daring he bares the hypocrisies of a society that shames, silences and devours sex – all in the same breath (ahh!). But what happens when the covers are pulled off his identity and he’s exposed as the man who sells sexual fantasies for a living? His lurid stories (‘Baniye Ka Lollipop’, ‘Sheela Ka Yowan’) discreetly called ‘woh-wali kitaab’ becomes a best-seller.
Realizing that sex sells like hot samosas and lust ‘whets’ hungry minds over literature, the struggling Premchand in him begins churning out porn-packed in-paperbacks, under the pseudonym of ‘Mastram’. He finds support only in his sanskari wife (Tara), and even after desperate attempts, all publishers reject his literary work because his kahanis have the matter but lack the ‘meat’. Rajaram (Rahul), a M.A in Hindi, quits his bank job in Manali to pursue his dream of being a novelist.
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