There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.
- Imogen in Cymbeline (Act 1, Scene 1)
Who would have thought Vijay’s character in Madurey would succeed so grandly, so effortlessly and, Holy Christ, so quickly, where Martin Luther King, Lyndon Johnson, the marchers at Selma and countless other civil rights activists toiled hard and labored long but yet scored only limited victories in solving the insurmountable “Negro Problem.”
Or looked at another way, who but a Vijay character could in one shot solve the vexing “Negro Problem” that incensed a million bigots including those white-robed, conical-hatted, cross-burning weirdos of the Ku Klux Klan.
And how shallow is the work of Swedish economist and Nobel laureate Gunnar Myrdal who wrote An American Dilemma: The Negro Problem and Modern Democracy compared to the peerless accomplishment of Madurey in tackling the “Negro Problem.”
Viva la Vijay!
Folks, if you think we’ve lost our marbles or that we’ve had one too many a postprandial drink, then you’ve most certainly not watched Vijay’s 2004 film purgatory Madurey.
No sooner does his bountifully-endowed inamorata Anita (Rakshita) scream out for protection, pointing to an ugly intruder in her home with those time-stopping, soul-chilling, blood-curdling words
Andha Negro thaan….Poi addi
than our hero rushes out to solve the “Negro Problem” once and for all.
My my, and how decisively does Punnaku Pandi resolve the clear and present danger to the pretty belle from the “Negro.”
All with just a wooden club and his sidekick Pandu (Vadivelu) in tow.
“Negro” dispatched. Problem solved. Blazing glory.
Vijay has yet again saved a damsel in distress.
Blow the conches. Beat the drums. Blast the music.
Hey, wait. Is Vijay saving the girl from the “Negro” or the “Negro” from the girl? 
Let the mayhem begin. After all, it’s a Vijay movie.
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