Here are the reasons why I enjoyed this terrible movie-

The men were all horny buggers who had only one thing on their mind - to get into the women's panties - pasteboard characters that didn't require much fathoming.

When couples had sex, no one took their clothes off ; during the rape scene the woman was merely pulled around a little roughly but no clothes were torn which was unusual as clothes tearing and other nefarious activity is a hallmark of Indian rape scenes in films.

The caretaker was a spooky fellow who couldn't act even if his balls were on the line. Yet his rotten acting was what kept the movie going.

The scenes where the ghost makes her entry were hilarious; the camera would start moving in jerky angles as the women would be taking a shower or begin to undress or there would be thunder and lightning to set the mood for a horror scene and then bam! the woman would be possessed, her eyes would bulge out and she would grab her lusty lover and kill him.

Lastly, the comic relief, which is the basis of most Hindi movies, was so atrocious, the jokes so inane and crappy that I wanted to wringe the comedian's scrawny neck.

This film is actually part of a large and strangely popular genre of horror films in India. Leading proponents of the genre include the Ramsay family of film-makers. My husband is an aficionado of this genre, among his other quirky interests, and this film, too, landed in our queue thanks to him. Perhaps he could expand on the worth or lack of the same of this film.

A bag of popcorn, Doritos with hot salsa along with some shish kababs are the necessary companions to this salacious movie which is surprisingly available on Netflix, and just right perhaps for a B-grade Halloween