Raaz 3: Back to the Ramsays

Raaz 3 could as well have been done by the Ramsays and bought for a meager amount by the Bhatts. The story for sure must be theirs, otherwise there isn’t a sane explanation to think of why it turned out to be the way it did. After RGV did some good work with the horror genre those people who were relieved that they no longer have to be subjected to plastic masks with skin dripping in gruesome drops are sure to make faces again since those horrible masks and awful CGI are back again big time.

What is the best way to pacify a woman who is shit scared watching all those zombies trying to frighten her. You should have sex with her. Don’t believe me? Well you only have to watch Raaz 3 and Emraan would tell you as much. If you have some other ideas, you can go ahead and use them but I’m sure they wont be much fun either. This is the kind of film that wants you to believe in Doctors relying on black magic to cure patients, film directors having beach houses serving continental breakfast to unsuspecting heroines, and people entering Aatmaon Ki Duniya with little or no efforts. They tie a thread to do the last act of course but that comes under little effort I guess.

The funny thing about the film is that all the actors chose the wrong film together to put in decent performances. You can’t find fault with them but the situations they find themselves in throughout are so farcical that even their best efforts could not save the film. They weren’t even helped by the lines, these in retrospect are the result of some of the flattest writing you would ever find in a film. The music, which comes to rescue most Bhatt films plays a different spoilsport altogether with insipid songs popping in with no reason at all.

A few red herrings might work if you are yawning and are unprepared but don’t worry, they are very few and far in between and do not disturb your slumber.