Mrs. Serial Killer Angers Every Writer Pitching Stuff

Mrs Serial Killer came on the announcement board somewhere in 2019 and the Indian audience was elated. This was before Ghost Stories and Drive hit the screen. So, we thought that Shirish Kunder could work magic with Jacqueline Fernandez, Manoj Bajpayee and Mohit Raina.
To add salt for taste, the Netflix Original movie was pegged to be a psychological thriller. Indian audiences have a habit of giving another chance to people they have faith in or even like. I have not met Farah Khan personally, but I like her jovial, down to earth, and ‘don’t take all this too seriously vibe’.
I desperately want her to make something good so I can write something good about her. Unfortunately, the review of the Netflix Original Mrs. Serial Killer, that she produces, is not that article that I yearn to write.

Mrs. Serial Killer Plot

Sona Mukherjee (Jacqueline) is the wife of Mrityunjoy Mukherjee (Manoj Bajpayee). They should have the best of lives, now that Sona is pregnant with their child. But that night, their life tumbles down the valley after her husband is accused and arrested, charged with the disappearance of young women.
Sona seems to be the yuppie, clueless woman who drives a Beetle and buys a burner phone that looks like it’s just taken out of the packaging. She, like every dutiful wife, believes that her husband is innocent and tries everything in her power to have him released.
Their lawyer tells her that her husband will be able to get bail only if she can prove that the killer is still on the loose. That’s when she decides to kidnap a woman who’s unmarried and pregnant, so she can keep up appearances.
There’s a side-bar here. Her ex-boyfriend is now a police inspector, Imran Shahid (Mohit Raina) and he’s the one investigating the disappearances.

Mrs. Serial Killer Review

Here’s a message to Netflix – Hey, we understand absurd cinema. We have Peecha Karo, we have Dhoti, Lota aur Chowpatty. And all this is just the seventies. We do not need you to introduce us to these concepts. Nor do we need or want more of the wafer-thin storyline psychological thrillers. Our late 90s and even the early 2000s are littered with them.
All the neon lights and the visually striking scenes aren’t going to hide the fact that this is an absurd concept that would pass only if you have an AI bot sitting in your office, greenlighting concepts just looking at the names of the people who present it.
Within all this, one thing that stands tall is the amateur acting chops that Jacqueline has. It doesn’t help that she’s pitted with Manoj Bajpayee and Mohit Raina. Don’t give him a short stick. He captured the TV audiences with his portrayal of Shiva in Devo ke Dev, Mahadev.

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Jacqueline basically has to play the bumbling wife who tumbles and bumbles along, until she finds out the truth – something that makes a hero out of her. Something like an evolved Mr. Bean and a dumbed down for comedic purposes Monk. I know, this is my second reference to him, but watch Monk for a moment, please.
Jacqueline’s let down by the script as well. You wonder what the movie’s all about. Is it a black comedy, is it a psychological thriller? Is it an ode to Monk? (One character perpetually on bed) or is it Shirish’s warped way to make an ode to ‘Killing Joke’?
Another jarring note for the movie is Jacqueline’s accent. With all that’s going on, the audience will definitely not be at home with her accent.


What the film misses is a soul. Shirish Kunder knows that there’s no censorship, so he goes with the props. Every scene has something lurking or something that’s only half visible. But that’s not enough to make a gripping psychological thriller.

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