Mrs.Serial Killer Review: Netflix, Do You Want To Kill India’s Image In Front Of The World?

Jacqueline Fernandez's Mrs. Serial Killer is one of the laziest films that I have ever seen. It seems to become a competition where everyone was trying to prove how bad they can be. Like how bad can the acting go, or how bad can the direction be, or how bad can you make the background score, or how badly can you edit a film or how choppy can set designs be. To point out one bad aspect of the film is the real challenge here! Where do I even start? From the moment the film opened, I did not have a good feeling about it. And trust me, had this not been the job to review it. I swear I would have left the film in the first 5 minutes! What the actual heck was going on?

Mrs. Serial Killer is about a woman named Sona played Jacqueline Fernandez (called Shona by her husband because he is a bong) who has the task to save her husband Mrityunjay Mukherjee played by Manoj Bajpayee . Joy, as she calls him, has been accused of killing six unmarried pregnant women, bur Sona suspects foul play by the investigating officer because he was her ex. Now, to prove the innocence of her husband, she has to go out and carry out a murder just like the serial killer did. Would she succeed? Who is the real killer? The plot sounds interesting, right? Yes it was a truly brilliant plot and you have to watch the film to know how it could be butchered. Shirish Kunder , how to I even start!

He has directed the film, written the script and given the background score. No points for guessing- all of these had been super bad. Direction is the laziest ever we could see, so much that it will make you appreciate Jacqueline’s last OTT release, Drive!  The thriller fails to thrill, because when he is about to give you a twist, it goes so haywire that you already know what's to happen. The story is half baked Jacqueline plays a teacher, but what teacher is she (who cares to show that). Manoj Bajpayee’s character has a back story but why waste time showing elements thaty could have enriched the story and made us more invested into it? Instead, let’s focus on a scene where Jacqueline is trying to kidnap a girl who suffers from asthma by throwing pollens at her. The 10 mins scene has Jacqueline throwing pollens that look like fireflies! Beat that!

The terrible acting too adds to the trauma. Jacqueline had a scope here, to emotte the dillema that she has to go through or to show us how how much she can get into the path of evil to save her husband! But here, she just stays as she is, looking blank and trying too hard in most of the scenes. With Manoj Bajpayee, I had expected more. I mean he rocked OTT with the Family Man. And then this!!! He does a good job in some of the scenes because well you cannot hide or suppress the talent in him even if you want to, but why on earth did he have to sign this one? Like Shirish Kunder, please find an alternate career for yourself so as not to ruin Manoj Bajpayee’s. Mohit Raina also does an ok job, but the efffort from him or Manoj Bajpayee can not save this film

This is a film where everything competes against everything for the worst tag. Let’s go to dialogues, shall we? I’ll give you one exhibit. Manoj Bajpayee’s character’s name is Mritunjoy Mukherjee. His wife, Sona, calls him Joy. So the man says, with anger, “Tum mujhe Joy Joy kyun bulati rehti ho, main koi ice-cream flavor hoon kya?” A woman is kidnapped it might be the serial killer, and all that the kidnapped girl can blurt is, "Let's be friends."

Moving on to background score- the film uses the ‘Roshni Se Bhare Bhare Naina Tere’ tune from Ashoka (Yes, the SRK-Kareena film) so shamelessly that won't have to think hard to remember where you had heard it before. It uses the very basic, suspense tune that probably school goers put in their experimental video. The background score, that has the power to heighten suspense in a thriller, actually marrs it it here, because yeah, it's that bad. Instead of helping you focus on the scene , it takes away tinterest.

Phew, am I notdone yet. No. Because you see, I am a Bengali and to end it all, it also cracked up a Bengali stereotype joke! I might be giving out a spoiler (as if there were any, Duh! But still…) if I talk about the context, but let’s just say, it hadn’t been pleasing at all. I would rather go back to Chris Hemsworth saying, “Proman Dao.”

If you had patiently read the entire review, please spare yourself the horror. Maybe watch Shirish’s short film Kriti instead. He uses some of those techniques here too, but he messes with the context, the timing, the plot so bad that I can’t even. Please do not undergo this torture, especially since times are bad anyway.

P.S- Shrish, bro, please pass on whatever you smoked to make this one, or whatever you gave the actors to sign the film, or whatever you gave producers/ investors/ Netflix to make this one

P.P.S- Netflix, why are you guys being the killer and killing India’s image in front of the world?