This can happen only in India…or maybe in a neighbouring country.
What do you do when you catch your wife getting cozy with the village stud (well, okay not quite the stud…but chalega). You accuse him of raping… no, not your wife but a buffalo.
Good grief. Jeepers Creepers!!
Steering wildly across a rural-scape filled with scheming sneaky, sleazy characters, the narrative does a fair job of condoning the corny, stemming the sleazy and curbing the horny into a palatable picture of a New India where the idea of a younger man sleeping with the Sarpanch's wife is less unacceptable than a man being accused of having sex with a buffalo.
Morality is skewed in Kapri's capricious world. He twists and turns through a lascivious labyrinth with a reasonable amount of self-discipline. You do feel the film could have been less breathy in its excitement over the intrinsic luridness of the material. The scatological jokes are way too broad. Very often the narrative seems to wallow in its own joke. Quite frequently the actors seem to be chuckling inwardly at a joke that doesn't get translated on screen.
Screwing with a buffalo, indeed!
Ironing out the rough edges are the performances. Annu Kapoor and Ravi Kissan are in fine form as master and slave, bringing to the table a hefty brew of backchat and buffoonery. Rahul Bagga as the victim of the cuckolded tyrant's ire provides that much-needed spot of innocence in the perverse planet of the plot. This actor deserves a lot more.
Miss Tanakpur is both a scathing indictment and a savage satire on the chaos, often calamitous, that is rural India. Vinod Kapri dares the unthinkable in his debut film. For that, if nothing else, he deserves to be congratulated.