It takes special kind of idiocy to think of a love triangle involving a gay boy, a slutty girl and a horny jinnat (jinn log who reside in mazaars). But our Bollywood producers don’t just find such people, they also give them money and then hire actors to do the panting and talking.

For the unique endeavour called A Strange Love Story, not one but two directors were engaged. And the end result is entirely predictable: A film that should not have been made. Judge for yourself.
Kabir (Eddie Seth) is a photographer with large teeth and tattoos. He is not gay, but he is. He is shooting an ad campaign for Balbir Billy (Raj Zutshi) in Goa where he visits a mazaar. He wants to return at night to shoot some more pictures. But his local driver says no, don’t, “Jinnat ka saya hai”.
Kabir will return, but after attending Billy’s party. Billy, who is in the habit of pawing women, starts getting fresh with a girl whose T-shirt is held together only by the collective will of the censor board. She is Jennifer, Jia (Riya Sen). She kicks Billy in his b***s. Ouch, ouch, he goes, police arrives, all disperse. Kabir forgets his cellphone, and pouting girl in withering T-shirt grabs it. Kabir goes to pick it up, tells Jia that he’s headed for the mazaar, she says it’s a bad idea and tags along.
Kabir enters the mazaar while Jia waits at the entrance. Something comes out of the mazaar, lifts her off the ground and drops her gently. Fainting spell.
Kabir rushes her to his hotel room where she wakes up and starts hearing asthmatic breathing sounds, feeling someone’s presence. One padre suggests that she leave town. So off she goes, with Kabir, to Mumbai.
Billy throws another party, drugs Jia and tries his luck again. But the jinnat protects her honour by slitting Billy’s throat and throwing him into a pool. Billy is dead and since he was son of a former minister, a cop arrives from Delhi to investigate. Inspector Iqbal (Ashutosh Rana) immediately focuses on Jia and Kabir — intimate with Jia, intimidating with Kabir.
Meanwhile, Kabir figures something is really wrong when randy babas are attacked and killed by an invisible entity and random people say to him, “Jia ka saath chhod do”. Actually, they should be saying, “Jia, Kabir ka sath chhod do. Dikhta nahin, woh gay hai”.
Usually, in some films, there is interesting ambiguity about a character’s sexuality. Here it is plain. Munda is gay. Kabir doesn’t walk, he skips. He does the whole Ghost pottery routine, then sinks into a bathtub. Nothing wrong with all this. Just that Jia is barking up the wrong tree.
Anyway, Inspector Iqbal tells Kabir and Jia that he knows that they are innocent, and sends them off to a house in Simla.
They reach Simla, prance around for a bit, but then Kabir starts seeing dead people. He also sees two Jias. But when he sees another Kabir talking to him, he faints.
Jia makes a suggestive phone call and beckons Iqbal. He arrives, Kabir drinks champagne and watches, or imagines, I am not sure, Jia slithering over Iqbal.
Meanwhile, in Mumbai, one man arrives at the police station and says, I am Inspector Iqbal...
There is nothing in this film that is either scary, interesting or intelligible. What it does have in abundance are banal dialogues delivered with banal expressions.
Ashutosh Rana is sometimes amusing, but he is too taken in with himself. If he adored himself a little less, I’d like him a little more. Riya Sen is dirty-sexy, but she can’t act. We won’t be seeing much of Eddie Seth. So, never mind.