Sunny Leone, Rajneesh Duggal, Daniel Webber
Beiimaan Love movie director: Rajeev Chaudhari
Beiimaan Love could easily have been called ‘Bematlab Thakaan’: I am exhausted, for no reason other than that I chose to get back to a Sunny Leone film in the hope that she will reveal something other than sculpted body parts which move and stop, move and stop.
Both Ek Paheli Leela and One Night Stand, where Sunny had large speaking parts, were meant to showcase her acting talents. Both failed. Beiimaan Love is not even respectable B grade. It is as C grade as it can get.
For the record, Sunny plays a good girl turned vengeful business woman, striking back at the fellow (Rajniesh Duggal) who’s wronged her. Except, as usual, the film is more interested in her glossy pelt than plot.
We’ve seen most of it before. Sunny kitted out in skin-tight clothes, flashing lots of bare chest and legs. Sunny shaking and shimmying. And her laboured yet earnest attempts at emoting. But Beiimaan Love junks all pretence and goes straight for the kill. Within a minute of her coming on, we hear, ‘she’s hot’, ‘she’s smoking hot’. This is repeated just in case we forget. Someone, a song informs us, wants to love her, touch her. The camera slithers all over, pausing strategically, from killer stilletoes to cupid bow lips and everything in between.
As if this was not bad enough, Beiimaan Love bungs in walk-on parts which are jaw-droppingly awful, and downright offensive: just when you think things can’t get worse, out pops a pneumatically inflated female and sits on a middle-aged man’s lap, and calls him Daddy. A middle-aged woman gets called a ‘bar-dancer’ and a ‘sex-worker’ in the same breath.