Beiimaan Love movie review: With this cringe fest, wave bye bye to Sunny Leone. When a film sinks this low, it’s hard to climb back up again.
We’ve seen most of it before. Sunny kitted out in skin-tight clothes, flashing lots of bare chest and legs. Sunny shaking and shimmying. And her laboured yet earnest attempts at emoting. But Beiimaan Love junks all pretence and goes straight for the kill. Within a minute of her coming on, we hear, ‘she’s hot’, ‘she’s smoking hot’. This is repeated just in case we forget. Someone, a song informs us, wants to love her, touch her. The camera slithers all over, pausing strategically, from killer stilletoes to cupid bow lips and everything in between.
Beiimaan Love could easily have been called ‘Bematlab Thakaan’: I am exhausted, for no reason other than that I chose to get back to a Sunny Leone film in the hope that she will reveal something other than sculpted body parts which move and stop, move and stop.
Both Ek Paheli Leela and One Night Stand, where Sunny had large speaking parts, were meant to showcase her acting talents. Both failed. Beiimaan Love is not even respectable B grade. It is as C grade as it can get.