Helen | Piya Tu Ab Toh Aaja | Caravan

In a telling scene - Helen’s shimmering ox-blood sequin dress gets caught in a door hinge, and very theatrically, she mimics the trauma of clothes being tugged at by, say, an inebriated lout (common in Indian cinema). But her faux helplessness lasts only a few seconds, as she lets go of the dress, only to unfurl and reveal, a tantalizing cabaret ensemble- a gold mini-skirt and bustier, skimpier than the first. In this spanking avatar, Helen dances with more chutzpah- as if audaciously announcing the frolic of a ‘flawed’ character, that has no patience for the one-dimensional heroine weighed down by puritanical gloominess.