The website I write for is a mere business enterprise and wasn’t up for publishing the entire review I’ve sent, so I’ve decided to re-post it on my blog. Don’t let foolish cinema win the battles, fight for what you pay.
Directed by Dasaradh Written by Abburi Ravi
It is the perfect film for all you Telugu Mills and stupid Bums out there.
Vicky (Prabhas) is a guy with dreams, uncompromising attitude and all the clichés. He wants to set up his own company in India which would design video games (amazing how our writers come up with such interesting and original characters film after film). Vicky’s parents in India want to get him married to a friend’s daughter (Priya played by Kajal) with whom Vicky had spent most of his childhood (another stroke of ingenious originality). Vicky comes to India with boring village prospects for the girl in consideration, but, is surprised by the wonderful little world Priya has around her. She’s beautiful, lively, independent and also supports an orphanage which she herself had founded (again, imaginative writing of the first order of originality). Vicky however doesn’t want to marry her because he believes that their worlds are too apart and a marriage would ruin either one of them.
A strange coincidence (some Cadbury scheme) brings Vicky to Maggie (Tapsi) and they instantly realize that they are THE perfect match. Maggie’s dad (Prakash Raj) challenges Vicky with another cliché and the film ends in a cliché after it takes you on a ride of clichés only we Telugus can endure.
The cinematography is the only department worthy of a mention. The frames were neat and at times intelligent. Nothing much the visual artists can do when the writing itself is so evidently primitive. That apart, choreography for this one song (Aakasam Badhalaina) was the only thing I’ve genuinely enjoyed.
Five minutes into the film you yawn, not just because you are sleepy, but also to show your disgust at the film’s clear cut foolishness.
There is nothing, absolutely nothing worthy of your money on the screen. There’s no good writing, acting is a lost cause in our main stream cinema, the usual savior humor is dry and desperate, screenplay’s loose and unsurprisingly predictable…
Our protagonist/star/star kid/hero – the 6 foot, muscle ripped, dim witted, uneducated, drunk eyed loser of an actor is a real treasure. Whatever he does is too damn entertaining to ignore. You don’t even have to watch closely to observe his restless discomfort on the screen. Just like many of our super star kids he was pushed into this profession of acting for which he is so clearly unfit. He’ll always have my deepest of condolences for trying so hard to pull off something which is un-existent in every cell of his existence.
Why bother with the rest of the cast, our precious star kids of no substance are our only obsession anyways. Girls are for strip teases and the actual actors are for filling up the frame.