Machi, Idhu Oru P**lu Padam da (Buddy, Villu is Total Garbage).
To describe this satanic piece of shit Villu as a movie is akin to considering nature’s freaks like Hitler, Prabhakaran and Stalin as humans.
Are Prabhu Deva, Vijay and Nayantara utterly bereft of shame that they stoop so low as to unleash bizarre rubbish on Tamil movie fans and dare call such stinking offal a movie.
Folks, unlike other Tamil movies there are no weak links in Villu because the entire beastly movie is one long weak link featuring the missing links in human evolution – Nayantara, Vijay and Vadivelu.
And if you are deluding yourself that Vijay is the new James Bond, let’s set the record straight – this bozo is not even anywhere close to being James Gaand. For the most part, the stunt scenes in Villu are hopelessly amateurish be it the ones involving the water scooter in the beginning, the many ridiculous fight scenes in the middle or the helicopter scene that comes later.
With a fatuous story that scales the Mount Everest of nonsense, Villu is a monumental act of hubris that presumes just because some moving images are flashed on a screen they morph into a movie.
Director Prabhu Deva and his ugly spawns in Villu, Vijay and Nayantara, wouldn’t recognize a movie – we mean a real movie – if it whacked them hard on the face.
Villu’s story is hopelessly silly and centers around the crude antics of a young fellow Pugal (Vijay) chasing around the bad guys in as cartoonish a manner as posssible.
As Pugal goes gallivanting around in India and Switzerland with his skimpily-clad lady love Janavi (Nayantara) in tow, the dazed moviegoers are left rubbing their eyes in sheer horror at the grotesque spectacle unfolding on the screen.
Prakash Raj, who delivers the most lethargic performance of his career in Villu, is cast as the baddie JD (drugs/arms smuggler and a traitor).
As if one Vijay is not torture enough, bizarre meets stupidity in Villu with a flashback revealing another Vijay!
Boy, who needs guns when a mother’s tortured wails to the gods can raise a dust-storm, opening up the very earth.
Mon dieu, are there no limits to Prabhu Deva’s nonsense.
And what’s with the repeated instances of multi-image photography. Awful.
Flop Thalapathy Vijay
For a guy who’s done 50 films, Vijay is a pretty pathetic actor with a grossly limited repertoire of expressions.
The fella can’t even deliver a punch dialog well and needs to get back to acting school. Pronto.
And while you’re there, Vijay, do learn some nice dance steps and the meaning of nuance as well.
To see this puny eli-kunji Vijay fight and pummel dozens into the dust is a Faustian bargain requiring us to endure a slow, agonizing journey through the hades.
No, Vijay is neither Bruce Lee nor Jet Li (as the villains in Villu refer to him in the beginning of the movie) but aÂ Sundeli (mouse).
Ugly as Only Nayantara can be
Nayanthara is her usual hellishly ugly self, trying the utmost to look as slutty, crude and vulgar as humanly possible. Guess what, she succeeds wildly in that slutty mission.
Whether in the songs (wearing mini skirts that give you a liberal display of her thighs seemingly all the way up to the mons veneris and a bra masquerading as a top) as she sways her ample ass and shakes her bountiful bosom, or in the sophomoric comic scenes or in the crude parts such as the one near the well, Nayanthara makes you want to puke your guts out.
When Nayantara brags in her Dionysian stupor na pathinanji vaiyasale vaiyasakhu vandha ponnu, tears rolled down our cheeks.
Ah, the injustices man has to endure on earth.
This Nayantara thing is the dregs of the Kollywood dregs and that’s being charitable.
The repeated insertion of juvenile drivel like the Vadivelu or Vivek comedy tracks without any connection to the main story in one Tamil movie after another can only mean that Kollywood film makers consider the Tamil film audience to be still perched on the lowest rung in the ladder of evolution.
These comedy tracks are not merely bad but offensively bad.
In Villu, this completely unnecessary comedy track with zero integration to the rest of the movie reaches its acme. With a weird hairdo, Vadivelu is made to look and act like a chimp in heat.
Starting from his introduction in a bullock cart headed to a marriage while listening to English songs to getting kicked in his cojones by a cow to his banshee-like screaming on a beach later, the so-called comic scenes in Villu are asinine beyond description and a gratuitous insult to the paying audience.
For instance, when Vadivelu lands at the airport, the Swiss police confer among themselves that an African Chimpanzee has escaped and upon discovering that this Chimpanzee is actually a human from India, they offer to let it go if it’ll do a Bollywood dance for them. And guess what – Vadivelu obliges by dancing on the table and the cops are soon dancing away too.
Such is the infernal nonsense that Tamil movies have descended to.
Other equally pathetic crap like having yellow paint flung in his face, hot water thrown on his body, a cow expelling dung on his face or cast into a well by a small kid or loudspeakers thrust into his body make Vadivelu an object of pity than a source of mirth in Villu.
No great shakes in the music department too.
Whether it’s the absolutely disgusting Daddy Mummy with those fat-thighed girls or the boring Hey Rama Rama or the dragging Vaadaa Mapilley, music in Villu is no more than a synonym for cacophony.
Nee Kobapattal (reminiscent of Nee Mutham Ondru in Pokiri) inflicts the least damage.
Yes,Â all the songs are very badly picturized. No exceptions.
Overall, a Luciferian Nightmare
Paying $12 to watch this hellish nightmare is Prayaschit for the sins of seven lives.
Several members of the audience at MovieCity in Edison (NJ) were quite disengaged with the movie, playing with their phones, chatting and frequently walking out (our neighbors left and never returned).
If Vijay’s ATM was Asingamana Tamil Magan and Kuruvi was plain K**thi, then Villu is no better than P**lu.
Folks, do not consider seeing this piece of junk a.k.a. Villu even if you are paid $$ to watch it. Villu is not a movie but a sickening assault on the senses.