This is turning into Dara Singh month, which is essentially a constant struggle for me of no subtitles and significant amounts of missing footage. Nothing in this extra-low-budget Maruti-directed film made sense to me, and I doubt it would have even with subtitles and the 45 minutes or so that seem to have disappeared. It is essentially a bad formulaic spy film with Dara Singh as Agent Q and Sheikh Mukhtar as the secondary villain (the primary villain of course remaining unseen until the end) with the usual numbered henchmen and a lair lit primarily by red bulbs.
Most of it drags, but it contained just enough fun to keep me going and make me want to share here (this post is a *little bit* spoiler-y, although nothing significant).
Let’s begin with the title music. I am not sure if it is original OP Nayyar or not, but I will say that it sets the bar high for the songs in the film which are definitely written by OP Nayyar—and they meet or exceed it.
One reason for this is that Helen is our heroine Miss Kitty and so front and center for many of them. The flamenco number in front of giant Tabasco sauce bottles is not even the best one, and neither is the one backed up by an entire circus!
She works for Sheikh but Dara’s love reforms her and makes her turn against the Boss—and oh joy of joys, even burdened by the name Kitty she doesn’t die at the end but lives happily ever after as Mrs Agent Q (or so I assume).
Here is solid proof that everything is 100% Buh-Buh-Buh-Better with Bubbles!
Bela Bose gets a turn as an Agent Q Girl at the Sun ‘N’ Sand hotel, in a pair of gold lamé tights bagging at the knees and fringed pink shorts and a crop top. She works it in front of a crowd of staring goras on vacation who no doubt can’t believe their eyes.
Ajit is always a Good Thing so it stands to reason that two Ajits are Awesome. Sadly, there aren’t two of them for long and he is woefully underused in the rest of the film but I am still happy to see him when he does show up, especially with a bright pink neckerchief.
The sets are flimsy in the extreme, and also mostly kind of dull, but Kitty’s home is inspired even if it’s about to fall down.
Everyone ought to have a padded leather wall that matches one’s hair, don’t you think?
But with all that, the piece de resistance has to be Dara Singh dancing first in a sari and then a slim-fitting churidar kameez (with wig and accessories worthy of Helen herself), backed up by fat men in drag doing the twist. It is enough to give anyone nightmares for a fortnight.
Even Dara can’t believe he did that.
MemsaabStory 