We cannot classify this film: It is, in that sense, a (hybrid) genre of sorts not seen before and a mix of comedy, horror and romance.
Krishna (Prabhu Dheva) works in an office with a decent take-home pay and has been rejected 32 times by girls. Summoned to his family home in Coimbatore, as his grandmother is on her deathbed, he is cajoled into marriage (the old woman’s last wish) to Devi (Tamannaah), a ‘gaon ki gori’ sorts who tends to cows, and is the product of a U.P.-ite mother (which explains her crisp Hindi) and South Indian father. He comes back with his wife to Mumbai, and the marriage remains loveless, as Krishna wants a hot and sexy modern woman (never mind we are in 2016 and such a stand can now look extra-demeaning to the species in the post-“Pink” era!).
They shift into a house with history — a struggling actress, Ruby, had committed suicide there after being signed and later thrown out of a film by top star Raj Khanna (Sonu Sood). Her spirit stays in the old apartment, and she possesses Devi and hooks Raj, signing a film with him. Krishna, who becomes Ruby’s manager (please do not ask what happened to his job!) suddenly turns possessive and, when he interacts with Ruby as well as Devi, begins falling in love with his wife and being possessive and caring about her.
It is agreed that Ruby will operate outside the house in Devi’s body, and, in that avatar, she wears sexy outfits, dances, acts like a dream, and even wins over Raj’s heart. Raj now wants to propose to her. Matters turn more complex when Devi becomes pregnant, and Krishna begs Ruby to leave his wife for good. But, by then, she has acquired a lust for the success she has finally gotten!
As we said, the film is a cocktail — just by the way, it was a perfect antidote with its nonsensical plot and over-the-top humor after watching the sleep-inducing yawn that was “Mirzya!” — and the only true irritant was its overt and verbose South Indian potboiler feel — the film has also been released as “Devi” in Tamil and “Abhinetri” in Telugu.
A lot of Dheva’s gestures, verbosity and overdone histrionics are all thanks to that and do not really gel with the Hindi film audiences. As in such movies, there is too much conversation, and needlessly overdone clichés. The script could have become much more focused and intelligent within the fun zone.
The music too keeps coming in without rhyme or reason, and this extends to its standard as well. The only decent song, “Chal Maar” (composed by Sajid-Wajid), is used without any real link to the plot.
Sood is alright as Raj, Murali Sharma is as roguish as needed to be funny, and Rajiv Thakur is good. The South Indian actors have nothing much to do.
The film is lifted by Tamannaah as Devi and the spirit Ruby who takes her form. The actress does terrifically as the glam actress and is even better as the simple housewife. She especially scores in the quicksilver shifts from one to another avatar and lifts the film to watch-worthy levels.
Dheva is up to his usual expertise in dance. His acting is skilled, but, as we said earlier, he is too ‘South Indian hero’-ish for pan-Indian appeal. Just like the film.
Shakti Sagar Productions, Prabhu Dheva Studios and Pooja Entertainment India Ltd. present “Tutak Tutak Tutiya”
Produced by: Sonu Sood
Directed by: Vijay
Written by: Vijay, Paul Aaron and Chintan Gandhi
Music: Sajid-Wajid, Gurinder Seagal, Raaj Ashoo, Vishal Mishra and Music MG
Starring: Prabhu Dheva, Tamannaah, Sonu Sood, Rajiv Thakur and Murli Sharma
Special Appearances: Esha Gupta, Amy Jackson, Farah Khan and others