Mrs. Serial Killer Review : A Painful Watch Because Of Horrible Acting And It Killed Our Last Few Brain Cells
My editor and I have always had a kind of a love hate relationship. Mostly love, if I were being completely honest considering I am a delight (and clearly an unapologetic narcissist), but off late I did sense a certain tension between the two of us. Whether it was this lockdown or something else, I do not know, but my suspicion that she secretly hates me was confirmed the moment she asked of me to watch and review the latest movie on Netflix – Mrs. Serial Killer. Thereby, killing the last of the love present in our relationship.
Ever since we have been thrown into our houses to self quarantine until the matters outside are well under control, Netflix, YouTube and FaceTime have become our only means of respite. Maxing out on all three, day in and day out, at this point we feel like ghosts who are lurking around to pounce on any new TV show or movie that any channel drops, the latest one being a Netflix original Mrs. Serial Killer, starring Jacqueline Fernandez and Manoj Bajpayee.
A murder mystery alright, but the biggest mystery here is why Jacqueline was made to mouth dialogues that she is unable to deliver with any conviction. This movie was a bigger disappointment than the sudden nationwide lockdown, and that is saying something. A movie with a respectable cast, but awful script and questionable acting, had been hyped among us binge-watchers for months before it was finally released only to remind us why we should be careful what we wish for. It starts with Jacqueline a.k.a Sona, sitting down on the floor with a mascara smeared face, delivering less than convincing psycho-like dialogues to a woman who is tied up to a bed, surrounded by surgical equipment in what seems like an empty basement, setting the scene for what the movie is going to be about. Which is mainly, bad acting.
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Based on the life of Sona and her husband, Dr. Mukherjee who is a gynaecologist, played by Manoj Bajpayee, the script delves into the story of a serial killer on the loose, who kills pregnant unmarried women. With in the first 5 minutes, as Manoj Bajpayee gets arrested for the murder (allegedly, at this point, of course), by Jacquline’s ex lover, we are left as confused as Jacqueline seems to be in the entire movie.
The script jumps scenes without any kind of sense and Sona, convinced that her husband is innocent, seeks out a lawyer. Together, coming up with a criminal plan to prove his innocence, the lawyer and Sona decide to stage a copy cat murder of another woman to free Manoj. Because, why care about logic, morals or even the lack of substance? But let’s not forget we are talking about a movie that showed Jacqueline guessing Manoj’s computer password ‘Shona’ as part of the mystery.
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Progressing to a rather funny and weak action sequence of Jacqueline trying to dress as a man to kidnap her pregnant neighbour, only to tie her up in her husband’s gynae clinic and failing to perform an abortion, we see her procure some random dead boy, use her tattoo skills to replicate the scars of the abducted woman on the body and pass it along as the latest murder by the serial killer, who after this is implied to be still free and out there.
After what can only be called a series of unintelligent turns that finally lead to the release of Manoj Bajpayee, we thrown towards the painfully un-thrilling climax of the movie. The movie ends killing more than just those women, it kills our desire to put our trust in Netflix originals ever again. Yes, there are times in the movie that we feel Manoj Bajpayee’s acting would salvage whatever this movie was, but alas even his acting prowess couldn’t save this murderous film.
