Red Swastik Movie Review

The film opens with the murder of a corporate executive, after intense lovemaking. The victim has the mark of a swastik on his forehead drawn with his own blood. Soon more such serial killings begun to take place and the city is under siege of a psycho woman serial killer whose motive is to wear skimpy clothes, seduce vulnerable men and then kill them brutally. The common trail on all the murders is the mark of Swastik that she draws on the forehead of every victim in his own blood.

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Smita (Sherilyn / Mona Chopra) is a killer with a conscious. She has mood swings, a spilt personality. She cares for an invisible child, yearns for unrequited true love and also wants to get her story published in a woman’s magazine. She has fondness for the editor Sarika (Deepshikha) of this magazine and calls her up every time before every kill. The murderer behaves rather mysteriously and you are hooked, as you don’t know her motives for killing these men and the theory of Red Swastik. All this is explained in the climax that could have been better.

Just when you begun to wonder what are cops doing, they sprung in action. Harsh Chayya plays the DSP who is assigned the difficult case of serial killings. For the first time a film has dared to show how incompetent our police officers are as otherwise how will you explain that DSP’s associate (Raj Khan) who after spending a night with the killer fails to recognize her. This glitch is when police has commissioned her ketch and put it up all around the city. Finally when the police officer does realise his folly he informs the seniors but is killed in the process and yet police is not able to trace her and that is when we are left nowhere?

The movie now takes a equally bizarre turn. Our lady serial killer decides to become a nurse and an investigative journalist is able to track her down and convince her to reveal her story and motives for killings. It is then we get to know that Smita was seeking revenge. She was raped; her fiancée had deserted her and her child died in an accident. But there is a law to deal with such situations. You don’t become serial killer for that. Bizarre.

Production values are not of high quality. Production design has taken inspiration from Mithunda’s disco eighties. Music is passable. In a thriller two things are most important – a taut script and racy cinematography. It lacks both. The only saving grace is that its love making scenes have been shot aesthetically. In the name of thriller an erotic movie has been presented. It will be surely be watched by fans of voyeurism. This is skin show and not serious cinema or even a Bollywood potboiler. Last but not the least, it is a very badly made copy of English film “I Spit On Your Grave”

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