Of Dope and Dumbelles
If Charasdoes not make it as an anti- dope film, it compensates in “relevance” by denouncing wicked men who engage in smuggling. Women are another matter, particularly if they look like Hema Malini, do phoney Egyptian dances, expose their ( rather too) well- padded midriffs, exploit their curves to titillate the sex- starved audience and are silly enough to submit to blackmail. Indeed, the more dim- witted they are, the more appealing they tend to be.
The poor working girl who has to support her invalid father and school- going sister by being a famous dancer is apt material for an Indian heroine. If, in addition, she is abducted ( thrice); on the verge of being raped ( twice); suspected of murder ( once); and makes sickening little remarks ( more often than is good for anyone) like " Indian women don’t do that before marriage”— that standing for kissing ( remember G. D. Khosla?) — and “please do not touch me, the treasures of my body are held in trust for the man I love”, then she is all set for a box- office hit.