One of the most strenuous jobs, put another way, one of the more fragile existences is that of an out and out commercial movie director. To become one of these you will have to get rid of any radical notions about films and dive into the stinking pulp and let it all in until your veins can’t take it anymore. It’s not very hard if you think about it, the stench is all around us all the time, forcing us, to have a sniff. I say this with a certain sadness because by now a promising Harish Shankar had reached the center of this muck heap and by the established law he’s made his worst film this year.
What suffers the most in the quest for random punch lines is the sequencing of films which is getting restless and tearing itself to little patches of desperation. Quite often we see a whole set, many actors, all the lights and reflectors, a big crew, and a whole lot more ever stretching the elephantine budgets for a scene that’s less than 30 seconds, restless in its cut, doesn’t contribute much to the sparse plot, insults the actors…too many people and too much money for such worthless ideas.
Ramu is a college student. He is the star amongst his friends and one day Samantha (don’t remember her character name) gets off the car and Ramu wants her. You say the same thing about a villain and you are thinking of clothes on rape and awkward molestation until the hero turns up, but this is Ramu and he would only do the Hero harassment montage where at some point the girl tells her dad or brother or moms sometimes and they would send goons, the hero beats them up, gets a few bruises himself, which as always is all you need to get the girl, the few glamorous bruises (like a little scratch on the lower lip or the forehead), how cruel are these girls who have absolutely no concern for the bruised out goons, they flip, do 360s, ram into cars (in many ways) and they still stand up, keep coming back in numbers (in the same sequence) to protect her honour and all she can think about is the hero’s obscure bruise.
So, Ramu ultimately gets her, becomes friends with her granny in another lavish 30 second scene and tags along to the wedding of Samantha’s sister. And the action sequence at the interval, soon after the wedding, totally flips us, the other side of Ramu is revealed and yeah it was hardly amusing.
Junior on occasion with his dances and Ravi Shankar playing a lustful politician were the only things I can faintly recall as entertaining from this noisy blank of a film.
Reviewed by Rohit