Rating:
2/5
Sunny Leone's first full-fledged Bollywood formula flick is a paheli indeed.
It will leave you wracking your brains because the makers, banking on basic instinct, have brazenly decided that they don't need any intelligence in order to craft a film. After the success of Ragini MMS 2 and a string of item numbers that focused on nothing but her curvaceous body, it's no wonder that Sunny Leone's the newest go-to-girl for producers who couldn't care any less for the A certificate to their films. Her latest, director Bobby Khan's Ek Paheli Leela, is another in that list: It's an unapologetic attempt at riding (even cashing in) on Sunny's oomph quotient.
There are spoilers ahead, so scroll down at your own risk.
The film opens with two princes -- Bikram Singh (Jas Arora) and Ranveer Singh (Mohit Ahlawat) -- fighting for a haunted piece of land because somewhere hidden in it is a 300-year-old sculpture of a lady by celebrated sculptor Bhairon (Rahul Dev). To add to the drama, the two princes are completely different from each other: Bikram is a criminal, and can kill without any qualms, whereas Ranveer believes in virtues like love and kindness.
The painfully pointless Ek Paheli Leela is a full-blown cinematic conundrum whose depth is inversely proportional to the geneorus decolletage that is on show.
With Leone on the prowl, what do you expect? She is surrounded by a battery of males who lust for her without making any bones about it.
Needless to say, the character the lead actress plays revels in the attention she attracts. She expresses her joy in robust song and dance aimed at turning up the heat.
First-time director Bobby Khan crams an array of salacious ingredients into Ek Paheli Leela to inveigle the former porn star's primary constituency.
He, however, does not get too far because he hangs the flimsy exercise on a silly reincarnation tale that moves between the present and all of 300 years ago.
Leone's skimpy outfits change from one era to the other. But whether it is the bright lights of London or the scorching heat of the Rajasthan desert, nothing can deflect the lady from pursuing her one-point agenda.
The in-your-face act of seduction continues unabated until it becomes as monotonous as the barren desert expanse that provides the principal backdrop.
With Leone on the prowl, what do you expect? She is surrounded by a battery of males who lust for her without making any bones about it.
Needless to say, the character the lead actress plays revels in the attention she attracts. She expresses her joy in robust song and dance aimed at turning up the heat.
First-time director Bobby Khan crams an array of salacious ingredients into Ek Paheli Leela to inveigle the former porn star's primary constituency.
He, however, does not get too far because he hangs the flimsy exercise on a silly reincarnation tale that moves between the present and all of 300 years ago.
Leone's skimpy outfits change from one era to the other. But whether it is the bright lights of London or the scorching heat of the Rajasthan desert, nothing can deflect the lady from pursuing her one-point agenda.
The in-your-face act of seduction continues unabated until it becomes as monotonous as the barren desert expanse that provides the principal backdrop.
The second part of the story shifts to London where a famous model Meera (Sunny Leone) -- she's come from Milan and never travels by air -- walks the ramp for an Indian designer. The show is successful, but not so much for the beautiful Meera: Her drink is spiked, and when she falls unconscious (of course, not before she's done the mandatory song-and-dance sequence), she's packed off on a flight to India. She lands, we are told in Jodhpur, and goes straight into Ranveer's life, who's completely besotted by her.
There's even a third string to the film. This time, a small-time musician Karan (Jay Bhanushali) is dealing with a life-threatening problem: He's just shifted to a new house, but his life is turned upside down because of a recurring nightmare. On a priest's suggestion, he finds himself in Rajasthan, and here his life just turns worse.
But the pretty frames and the buxom female protagonist work at cross-purposes. They come in each other's way.
There is no point talking about the logic behind Ek Paheli Leela, because there is none. This film is just another addition to a string of below average films such as Shaapit and Dangerous Ishq. Take this for logic, for instance. We have a weird priest here who decides the fate of a Mumbai-based musician by breaking the laws of Naadishashtra (an ancient technique which provides sages the power to view somebody’s past). You feel strange when a junior priest says: “Yahan bhoot-pret kuch nahi hai,” and then in the very next shot he says, “Yahan jo bhi ho raha, hai achcha nahi hai.” He goes on, “Iske bare me mere guru ji batayenge.” 
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