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Cast: Rajkumar Yadav, Kainaz Motivala
A permanently horny fellow and little miss shrinking violet go away for an illicit weekend. The location for the upcoming unbridled lust is a deserted house, surrounded by thick woods. As inhibitions and clothes fall away, the couple realize that they are not alone. And that the third party has shown up not just for the fun and games, but for far more sinister intents and purposes.
`Ragini MMS' is strange mix of Hollywood horror influences ( `Blair Witch Project', `Paranormal Activity') and old-style Bollywood ghost stories. Producer Ektaa Kapoor is on the money when she gives way to the young and their impulses in her films : Ragini (Motivala) and Uday ( Yadav) are prototypes of the kind of guys and girls that populate urban college campuses and workplaces that cater to the needs of the under twenty-fives. Uday's vocabulary is a mix of the casual and the profane, and he speaks the language with conviction. She's a good girl, and she really loves this guy, so she'll go all the way, but will lie to mummy.
So there is your basic set-up, and we are all set for some chills. The setting's just right : a house full of shadows and strange noises. The couple is spot on too : he's desperate to get started, she is giggly and needs a little persuading. But soon, like a sliding spaghetti strap that gets stuck just above the elbow, the tension leaches out, and we are left with neither scare, nor steam.
The film forgets a basic axiom : what you cannot see is far more scary. `Ragini MMS' borrows its voyeuristic thread ( secretly filming the act), and a face ( Yadav) too heavily from previous Ektaa production 'Love Sex Aur Dhoka', and goes about showing us too much. A shadow flits up the steps, but you can glimpse the outline of a dhoti. I stopped anticipating fear at this precise point : if it's a ghost you can see, what's left to the imagination? Not an ample bosom, on full display ; not all the bloodied bodies, left in careless disarray.