Abhay 2 is dark, gruesome, gory & stomach-churning

It’s not always about how well a story is told, it’s also about what is being told. Abhay returns with just three episodes (the rest couldn’t be completed because of the Virus) each more gruesome than the other.

In fact so dark and rancid are these tales of terror that it almost seems sadistic to inflict such reprehensible characters on us at a time when we are struggling with our own demons.

Having said this, it must be admitted that all three stories are well crafted. Director Ken Ghosh is skilled at cleaning up the mess that his demented characters create. These serial killers are in it for pleasure.

In one episode the prostitute heroine Saloni (a well cast Bidita Bag) is seen having an orgasm while a man drowns in some filthy chemical in front of her. Her logic for her serial violence is simple: Saloni gets fucked by the world, she fucks it right back. An eye for an eye, etc.

Even more nauseatingly gruesome is the cast-against-image Chunky Pandey as a serial slayer who kidnaps bright young students, drills out their brains (yes, you heard right) and makes his oblivious wife make a soup out of the brain of his victims in the hope of sipping his way into an intellectual advancement.

I found it hard to believe that anyone could actually write something such a reprehensible cannibalistic story, let alone execute it with such supreme confidence. Chunky Pandey’s performance reminded me of Matt Dillon in The House That Jack Built. The same passion for inflicting pain. I liked the actress who played Chunky’s untutored but shrewd wife. She was the one bright spot in the glum dreary despicably violent world that this serial about serial killers constructs ad nauseam. There was a story on cannibalism in the first season with lots of the human body being chopped. You are welcome to experience the ghoulish gourmet’s dish again.

The best story of the three-tiered shiver giver has Ram Kapoor as a spaced out killer simply called the Villain (spelt ‘Villian’ in the titles) holding a busful of kids hostage. Why does he do this? Why make serials about serial killers which provide us with no hope, no happiness no healing? Just anxiety and despair. Why give them the importance?

Kunal Khemu playing the leader of the Special Tasks Force goes through the investigation of the serial killing without a smile. Can’t blame him. It’s a chillingly cheerless world out there. I’d rather watch Gunjan Saxena or Avrodh which leaves us with hope. The second season of Abhay left me with an empty feeling at the pit of my stomach.