Neil Nitin Mukesh sees dead people. Whether dead people see him back is not known at the end of this chilling serial, which starts off as a comment on the perils of intricately-manufactured cellphones and ends with a slap-in-the-face comment on the porn industry that, we are told, threatens to destroy the very foundation of our societal structure.
It certainly creates havoc in two lives out to have a fun week in azure Fiji. Here's how. 3G is not the first thriller to be located in Fiji. Just weeks ago, Table No. 21 attempted to chronicle the extraordinary supernatural adventures of an ordinary couple holidaying in Fiji.
Here in 3G the couple on a horrific holiday is played by Neil and the lovely Sonal Chauhan.
Admittedly the two make a fetching pair and seem to share a crackling chemistry. The co-directors reserve the initial portions of the loosely-edited film to watching Sonal emerge from the oceanic depths of the Fijian waters in gravity-defying bikinis to share slurpy kisses with her co-star.
Co-directors Sheershak and Shantanu know the fundamental rules of the horror genre, which they apply to the film with restrain. There are no creaky doors, banging windows and banshee-like wails, moans and screams on the soundtrack.
Amar Mohile's background score favours a remarkable restrain, under-scoring rather than over-emphasizing the chill quotient.
Initially, the build up of the horror is done with enthusiastic energy, with Neil's descent into demoniacal possession conveyed with throat-clutching credibility. The actor's voice, eyes and body language chart the character's journey from holiday-time fun to unexpected terror.
Neil has worked hard on conveying a sense of growing anxiety within his character's devilish domain. His performance gets its pat-on-the-back moment when in a moment of satanic exhilaration he raises both his hands triumphantly in the air to mock a priest saying, "Have you forgiven yourself?"