The Bhhotnii Movie
Release Date :- 1st May 2025
Director :- Sidhaant Sachdev, Manoj Shidheshwari Tiwari,
Writer :- Vankush Arora, Sidhaant Sachdev
Stars :- Sanjay Dutt, Sunny Singh, Mouni Roy
The Bhootnii Movie Review: Sanjay Dutt and Mouni Roy’s film proudly and flagrantly stands apart from any vestiges of plot and production values—forget about sense and sensibility. Within a few minutes of the film’s opening, I asked myself: What am I doing here? Two hours, ten minutes, and what seems like a lifetime of groaning and moaning later, I have zero answers to that one.
Horror comedies may be the flavour of the season after the Stree jamboree, but even its part two was nowhere close to the delightful original. In this new film, we get a The—emphasising that this is not your random garden-variety bhootni, but a very specific one, with a double “i” to boot. Ergo, this one will stand apart. Which it does. It proudly and flagrantly stands apart from any vestiges of plot and production values—forget about sense and sensibility.
There’s a college called St. Vincent’s in Delhi, home to the Virgin Tree, around which love-struck students moon. This so-called college, which looks like a badly constructed set, is filled with scores of so-called students. Among them, our trio—Shantanu (Sunny Singh), Sahil (Nickunj Sharma), and Nasser (Aasif Shaikh)—is busy fending off needy spirits with the help of a black-hoodie-clad ghostbuster called Baba (Sanjay Dutt), who solemnly quotes from the Gita about the aatma being ajar and amar. He also declares, “Yeh chudail nahin, adhoori khwaish hai.
Then there’s our Bhootni-in-chief, who goes by the name Mohabbat (Mouni Roy). She comes with a tragic backstory and emerald-green eyes. She enjoys yanking “scaredy-cat” (yes, that’s an actual English subtitle from the movie, I swear) boys into the sky and asking them, “Tumhari hobbies kya hain?” No broomstick in sight, but hey—anything’s possible, right?
There’s plenty of disjointed chatter about science and religion (vigyaan aur dharm), Valentine’s Day and Holika Dahan—and oh, don’t miss this woke stroke: “Koi Hindu Muslim ka time hai yeh.” Hear, hear. It takes a film that’s not even a film—just a scattering of stray ideas masquerading as one—to come up with that.
At one point, the Bhootni bats her lashes and says, “I am not alive.” Nor am I, dear reader. Nor am I.