The premise of She - Netflix India's latest show - is so promising that nothing less than an absurdly confused narrative with no sense of timing and tone might have messed it up.
Even the smarter subtexts are fetishized by the makers. For example, equating the stature of sex workers in society to that of female cops in a male-dominated police force.
The execution of the narrative - the cheesy cop-planning sessions, her training montage, her sister's desi spunk, the incoherent flashbacks is too cringey to examine the complexity of Bhumi's transformation.
Aaditi Pohankar's performance is brave but uneven; she struggles mostly because she has been directed according to a script rather than her character.
The anticlimactic finale is the final nail in the coffin.
Even the smarter subtexts are fetishized by the makers. For example, equating the stature of sex workers in society to that of female cops in a male-dominated police force.
The execution of the narrative - the cheesy cop-planning sessions, her training montage, her sister's desi spunk, the incoherent flashbacks is too cringey to examine the complexity of Bhumi's transformation.
Aaditi Pohankar's performance is brave but uneven; she struggles mostly because she has been directed according to a script rather than her character.
The anticlimactic finale is the final nail in the coffin.