For a while now, there has been a new genre of movies being produced and marketed in Bollywood industry characterized by magnanimous locations where somehow or the other the lead actress gets a chance to flaunt her toned body in a sultry bikini while the actor is also not far behind in his chiseled torso. these movies have their romantic scenes set on exotic beaches (how then will you sport a bikini) while the rest of the plot be dammed.
very well packaged, nicely marketed, injected with high-adrenaline these are the new Bikini Movies courtesy the good old bikini. It is not about the the heroine with a superb bod anymore, it's about the movie itself being well toned to be able to fit in a bikini frame of mind. Viewers need to go, sit and strip of all their mental clothing and leave it in their bikini intellect for the movie to fit in. I'm not saying that the movie is bad, what I mean is that we need to shed inhibitions and bare our minds to minimal intellectual clothing when one goes to see these Bikini MOVIES.
It's in your drunk walk, it's in your boozed breath, it's in your blurred vision and it stays within you. It's your weird-ass craziness.
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