the film in fish-net tights and tighter bustiers, using the kind of language that makes you want to wash her mouth out with soap. Paoli does sensual well, but what shes made to do here in the name of authenticity is cringe-worthy. And most definitely not the film, which is exploitative in the extreme. It wants to tell us that women of easy virtue too are capable of being poori aurats, said state to be attained only when they are draped in a sari, and accompanied by decent men. In the process, the camera lingers heavily on bare cleavages, and crossed legs and leering male faces, and dialogue which would make a sailor blush.

Only for the first few scenes of the film, you’ll have the urge to appreciate the novel idea it brings to the table – of twin souls – which isn’t quite the same thing as soulmates. But, soon enough its tacky production, overdramatic sequences and novice actors will distract you.The story keeps harping on how two people complete each other but the lingering unsolicited gyaan is the final blow to your patience. After 107 minutes of incessant rambling about righteousness and morality, the film attempts to end on an inventive note but that hardly compensates for the pain it inflicts on you for its runtime. Yaara Silly Silly is sillier than it claims to be. Avoid it and spare yourself the challenge of surviving this vile affair.