Story: Narrating the gruesome tale of Nirbhaya – the Delhi braveheart – who was raped in 2012 (and later succumbed to her injuries), the film takes us through the aftermath of the incident.
Review: Recounting the horrific incidents of the Delhi rape case is enough to run chills down your spine. It is shocking, almost offensive, that a film that is meant to salute the spirit of Nirbhaya trivializes her story. At best, Murder Madhuri is a silly film. Having a script is a little too much to ask for from a B-grade movie but this one upsets more because of the grave issue at the heart of it. The noble intention of the makers is never translated on screen. Instead, it ends up being a loud, noisy and overdramatic movie besides being an absolute bore.
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You could sit in the hope that the story at some point starts taking its theme a little seriously but alas, with every passing scene it deteoriates. It is tastelessly done, its tempo is sporadic. The actors deserve a special mention for hamming to the tee. They alternate between throwing heavy-duty dialogues at each other and sleepwalking through their parts. We understand the men in the film are meant to be lecherous but they make you feel disgusted, quite triumphantly so. (Feel free to count this point in their favour if you deem right)
Jiya Khan is abysmal but you can’t fault a novice when seasoned actors aren’t doing their job right. Be it Indra Kumar or Raza Murad or Sharad Saxena, they are both positively terrible in their poorly-sketched parts.
A film this bad can only be blamed on lazy direction. How else can you justify the puerile streak in a movie of this nature? Director Ali Mohamed Oosman’s inexperience shows in his inability to tell his tale sensitively. It is possible that writer Yerramsetty Sai’s story wasn’t half-as-bad but in execution, it loses meaning. By the climax, it is hard to keep your eyes open. Spare yourself the ordeal of sitting through this mind numbing movie.