Mr. Perfect Review

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.

What’s good?
Strange segment of the review this is. I usually find nothing worthy of an even a single line mention in this part. But, the cinematography of this film is worthy of a line. The frames were neat and at times were 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.

Why do you yawn?
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…

Keep counting your yawns; you are bound to lose count.

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