A breathless silence falls on the packed New Delhi movie hall that is showing the Hindi film Hum Se Na Takrana (Don't Confront Me). As the predominantly male audience watches transfixed, a scene shows two lusty sons of a rich landlord cornering a pretty, well-endowed maid in their plush bedroom. "Let me go," she implores, but the men's hands move toward her writhing body. The camera heightens the suggestion of what is to come without allowing the scene to become graphic; there is no nudity, but there is plenty of screaming and leering. When the deed is done, the audience lets...
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