Run-out: Why are you running anyway!

by Towheed Feroze

an01There are times when a movie leaves you completely perplexed. One wonders why the film was made in the first place: was it to launch the celluloid career of a TV actress a bit past her prime or was it to give the audience a taste of semi-adult titillation?  Maybe the sole purpose was to provide some full blown close up shots of a model, who has created ripples in recent times with bold talk and bolder poses.
Anyway, standing at the gate for the evening show, noticed a section of the audience from the afternoon matinee show leaving a little early with stony expressions.
‘How was the movie?’ I asked and got a grimace.
Right, the poster plastered all around town gave a ‘noir’ feeling – a femme fatale showing her cleavage holding seductively a sawed-off gun with other actors standing at the back wearing dark clothes.
The name ‘Run-out’ is a bit surreal too! But if you expect a psychedelic treat then be ready to bang your head on the walls.
This is anything but!
It seems that someone conceived a very flimsy plot for a ten or twenty part TV serial and suddenly felt that since such explicit scenes would not be right for the small box, a full length film would be better.
All throughout the movie, there is lot of tantalizing silk and satin-laced forbidden talk! The dress comes off, the fingers play mischievously/provocatively on the body with the eyes making suggestive calls.
Anyway, come to the plot: Kishore (Sajal) is an ordinary guy who is accidentally implicated in the murder of a top terror.
Question is Kishore was passing by and tried to help the shot person groaning on the ground. The police arrests him, convinced that he is the killer.
No one decides to gather any information about this innocent person but takes him into remand for a solid beating. Right, for all the hype and publicity, the film begins just like most others – without any common sense.
In the dark hall, there are a few men in the row behind me who are least interested in the plot and carry on chatting at leisure.
Words like cucumber, bleaching powder, brassiere, drain pipe waft into my ear.
Am I intrigued? You bet!
Right, to the film: Kishore is saved by a mysterious lady with super heavy make – up. In a foxy tone she says: I am Zenith….
Played by Mousumi Nag, Zenith is a high class corporate call girl, providing fleshy pleasures at night and drinking whisky rest of the time, looking like a trumpet all throughout the flick.
She also has a daughter who we are led to believe is illegitimate. How did she manage to have a child without wedlock in Bangladesh?
No answers forthcoming so better accept it! Tarik Anam Khan is a fly by night businessman who relishes Zenith whenever he desires because true to her name, she takes him to the apex of ecstasy.
He drinks copious amount of alcohol and makes love. Obviously, Shakespeare’s famous line: wine provokes desire but takes away the performance does not work for him….
Suddenly I hear a comment from the back: such corporate girls are dime a dozen now a days!
There is a cracking laughter with obscene sounds.
Kishore is given sanctuary in Zenith’s home since some other crime lord is looking for him. A young, unmarried man in the home of a hungry, wild sex-goddess.
But then, our hero is the epitome of middle class restraint. In short, the girl he loves has put a padlock around his private parts locking away the key (I assume).
Hence, when Zenith in heat comes to his room, says ‘food is ready’ and then blocks his path….Kishore can only snub her advancement.
Sorry, I can’t, my lower portion is locked…….I mean, he doesn’t say it directly, resorting to the righteous rhetoric instead: middle class people like us are incapable of tasting such sinful pleasures.
Zenith retires, cranky, while I suppose Kishore goes to his room and tries to break the penal padlock.
In between all this, there is so-called bombshell Naila Nayeem with her pouts, slim waistline plus ample cleavage.
She dances to some item number trying very hard to be a sex bomb but somehow fails to ignite fire among the audience.
The guys behind me keep on talking about onions, castor oil and industrial adhesive.
Naila won’t give anyone sleepless nights!
After some bizarre twists, Kishore is on the run with half the police looking for him. Of course, he has no problem using his mobile because we are made to believe that the law enforcers have been told not to track his number.
Near a hill, he meets his lover, played by another TV drama actress and together they make a bonfire night in some abandoned home.
So what if the police are looking for me: throwing caution to the wind the two engage in a steamy night time dance…possibly a prelude to a romp later on. Oh yes, she has brought the key to the padlock.
In the morning there is calm after the storm!
Suddenly I notice frenetic activity in the cinema hall with guards moving about. What’s the matter, I ask.
‘There are two senior level police officers here who asked for cigarettes,’ they reply.
Anyway, enough is enough, I decide to ‘Run Out’; the mind is in a muddle. The lesson learnt: never watch a movie featuring TV actors. They can neither dance nor get comfortable in the movie format…..
As for the much talked about Naila Nayeem…..baby, you just don’t have the masala/spark.

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