In defence of Simran : Good girl, bad girl, every girl

Why Simran is definitely not a confused feminist fantasy...

Praful Patel is addicted to gambling. She takes on risks without weighing them against rewards, she manipulates her parents remorselessly to wrangle money out them, she is callously acerbic to a perfectly decent suitor who treads the ground around her with amiable trepidation. She is not kind to anyone, not even to the frail, asthmatic cashier whom she leaves at the brink of death after robbing his bank. She shows no gratitude, not even to the cherubic, rotund fellow Gujarati who selflessly gives her money at a casino to lift her spirits, all he gets from her is a jovial high-five. Praful does not need anyone. Except Kangana Ranaut. I cannot think of any other actress who could have made the persona of Praful credible.

Except Kangana Ranaut no other actress who could have made the persona of Praful Patel credible in Simran

Her insane self-destructive behaviour is suggestive, instead, of a thousand, small, humiliating, disconcerting calibrations of the mind and body that almost every girl endures at the hands of people wiser-than-her, stronger-than-her and maler-than-her.

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