One of the low-points of Aegan was Nayantara’s pathetic performance.
Here’s an excerpt from SearchIndia.com’s review of Aegan:
If Ajith’s performance in Aegan is a study in laziness and contempt for the audience, Nayantara is hellishly bad.
With her complete lack of acting skills, the sight of a scowling, shrieking and simpering Nayantara wantonly displaying her thighs or her cleavage on the screen is a sure signal of acid reflux to follow, just as night follows day.
With her mouth open in a emetic pout, an overdose of eye shadow, a mostly bare back and a bent posture beseeching viewers to peer into the dark canyon between her 36C (??) breasts, Nayantara in the song Kichu Kichu climbed the Mount Everest of crudity on the screen.
Just in case you nodded off in the Kichu Kichu dance scene, Nayantara provided an encore in the Freedom song/dance with a fig leaf of a dress showing us a glimpse of her left thigh and then her right thigh and higher and higher until there was nothing left to our imagination.
Thigher, Higher, Wider seems to be Nayantara’s cinematic motto (you know just like the Citius, Altius, Fortius motto of the Olympics).
Among the many maggots feeding at the Kollywood trough, surely there’s never been one as untalented or as sexposed as Nayantara.
Oh, the kayya/vaya birds of the night we used to encounter in the darkness of the Marina beach in Chennai not only showed us heaven but also showed more grace and more charm than the Nayantaras and Trishas of Tamil filmdom.