The sad subject of this offering is a film engineer, a henpecked father of two whose paranoid shrew of a wife accuses him unremittingly of sleeping with his younger, attractive assistant. There is absolutely nothing going on between the two, but after pushing him too far, he strikes her, she falls back, hits her head, and we have one dead wife bleeding on the carpet.
What he should do now, but of course doesn't, is summon the emergency services; he might even talk his way out of it, but he decides to dispose of the body, incredibly ineptly for a man who should know better. Having no option but to report her missing, he does so, and her body turns up quickly. At this point the detective on the case should have turned up at his home with a warrant, and that would have been the end of it, but perhaps they do things differently in India. At any rate, the assistant is drawn unwittingly into the plot, then wittingly covers for him. Obviously this can have only one outcome, and it is not a good one, rather amusing though is the way English creeps into the dialogue in many places. Okay, it is the lingua franca of the Universe, but it may be that fifty years from now every living language contains a smattering of it, those that don't already. There is also a cameo breakfast scene in which the detective, taking an ear-bashing from his own nagging wife, realises what has probably happened and is obviously thinking there but for the grace...
What he should do now, but of course doesn't, is summon the emergency services; he might even talk his way out of it, but he decides to dispose of the body, incredibly ineptly for a man who should know better. Having no option but to report her missing, he does so, and her body turns up quickly. At this point the detective on the case should have turned up at his home with a warrant, and that would have been the end of it, but perhaps they do things differently in India. At any rate, the assistant is drawn unwittingly into the plot, then wittingly covers for him. Obviously this can have only one outcome, and it is not a good one, rather amusing though is the way English creeps into the dialogue in many places. Okay, it is the lingua franca of the Universe, but it may be that fifty years from now every living language contains a smattering of it, those that don't already. There is also a cameo breakfast scene in which the detective, taking an ear-bashing from his own nagging wife, realises what has probably happened and is obviously thinking there but for the grace...