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Only 1/10 for Dus Kahaniyaaan

You will make a fool out of yourself if you go to watch “Dus Kahaniyaan” with intentions of finding something common in the 10 short stories shown in the movie. There is no common plot, no common origin or end between the stories. This anthology of short films is nothing but an attempt to showoff, polish, and learn directorial skills. All fail however.
I did not understand what Sanjay Gupta, Sanjay Dutt were trying to do with all the money that they have, as “Dus Kahaniyaan” turns out to be a real messy viewable experience. One would quite surely get impressed with the style, camera effects, shots taken etc, but that’s if you don’t understand movies. The content and the story telling are pathetic. I think Ram Gopal Varma is good at this – taking some stories and weaving them into a thriller.
The short stories, “Matrimony”, “Zahir”, “High on the Highway”, “Sex on the beach” are a real pain and unbearable in terms of content quality. All these just bring out negative elements like distrust, extramarital affairs, drug addiction, lust, sex greed, and so on with motive as such. We all have watched long 3 hours movies fully dedicated to such themes. Similar is the fate of “Pooranmasi” (it endorses sex as an element of true love), “Strangers in the night” (husband questioning his wife of her sexual encounters prior to their marriage), “Rise & Fall” (mafia don activities, we have had too many movies on this too). “Lovedale”, another short incident, lets not discuss it all.
Hold on! There is something good in the movie. Amazing performances by Shabana Azmi, Naseeruddin Shah in “Rice Plate” and Nana Patekar with his typical cycic style in “Gubbare” are worth witnessing. Though “Rice Plate” is highly inspired (yes we call it inspiration here in Bollywood) from 1989 movie “Lunch Date”, I liked it, just 1 story out of 10, and that’s 1/10 for “Dus Kahaniyaan”.

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