I feel cheated, I admit that it is my narrow optimism and a certain self-indulgence you can share with someone like Pawan Kalyan. A filmmaker himself, naming his son Akira after the great man and there are these stories you come across, about his love for literature and friendship with the wits of Trivikram. The old way of things is one discovering an artist from their work, indulging oneself with the works, for good or bad and only by chance do you come across interviews or pieces about them which reflect all that you believed in and more. This was before YouTube and 4857 news and entertainment channels.
Pawan’s early films…what you know of him is what you see on screen and I was one amongst the impressionable generation who have grown up in the midst of his phenomenal journey to being one of the most loved matinee idols. He was this rooted man who can sing and dance, choreograph cool action sequences, riding on cruiser bikes, at one point, nothing else could be so much fun.
Now I know too much before I get to see any real work. His humility on sets, his shy nature and that killer clip of him singing Kattama Rayuda, I was pumped up, in spite of the unamusing trailer. And hence it is my own making that I expected something moderately mature and feel totally cheated and insulted.
Plot
I don’t want to pay homage to this film’s mediocrity by using character names. Boman Irani is a super rich old man who lives in Milan and his only wish right now is to fill the dining room with his daughter (Nadhiya) and her family. A daughter he disowned after she married her lover without telling him. Now his grandson (Pawan Kalyan) has to go back to India and somehow convince the chiffon family to come to the dining room.
Don’t grieve so much
I thought Jalsa had a confused and direction less screenplay, but after this one that can be hailed as Trivikram’s most clear minded film.
How and when does this happen? Here is a writer turned director who is often grieving about the diminishing state of our literature and so articulate about his struggle. All of that just seems like hypocritical pomposity when your film is one of the reasons for the rubbish state of story telling. I thought you were much more than an simple minded idolizer juggling around unoriginal ideas.
Reviewed by Rohit
