Should a gaggle of rustic ambattans (barbers) suddenly decide to forsake their razors for the camera, the end result would be infinitely better than this grotesque abomination called Thoranai.
Save the unsavory feat of shaving a few unwary souls of their money and time, Thoranai’s sole claim to fame is that the crappy movie marks a new low from the augean stables of GK Film Corporation.
Devoid of any entertainment, bereft of anything resembling music and wholly lacking in quality, Thoranai is the the latest Kollywood synonym for garbage.
There were all of a dozen people for the 3:15PM show of Thoranai at Movie City in Edison, New Jersey on a Saturday.
Perhaps, the news had already spread fast even to this corner of the world that this is one trashy movie to steer clear of.
No Redeeming Elements
Ask not what’s wrong with Thoranai. Ask if there’s anything right at all with this dungheap of a movie.
An asinine story that tests the patience of viewers, bizarre stunt scenes that mock the laws of physics, dancing that ridicules the notion of grace and sophomoric comedy that plumb the depths of trash, Thoranai is a mind-numbing horror show. No more and certainly no less.
In its essence, Thoranai is the silly story of a young man Muruga (Vishal), who, with the goal of wiping the tears off his long-grieving mother’s eyes, comes to Chennai in search of his long-lost elder brother Ganesan. You see, many summers earlier the young Ganesan had run away from home after a vicious branding on his chest with a hot iron by his mother.
No sooner does our Muruga alight at the bus station, than he witnesses a murder committed by Guru, a notorious thug whose deadly adversary in town is Tamilarasan (Prakash Raj). Together, the duo along with their clownish underlings are engaged in an assortment of crimes (the principal one in our view is to act like buffoons).
Tamilarasan’s henchmen are forever racing hither and thither in a convoy of black SUVs while Guru’s underlings are going after Tamilarasan’s gang in white SUVs!
Add to this horror cocktail, Santhanam’s moronic comedy involving a patti (grandma), a scooty, a fatty, an apartment association, a crooked cop and a bibulous watchman and you have all the ingredients of a torturous ordeal for the unsuspecting, hapless viewer.
Thoranai’s villains are many but the principal ones are a bozo producer called Vikram Krishna, a dodo director called Saba Iyappan (also responsible for story, screenplay and dialogs) and a loco actor called Vishal Reddy.
If there were any justice in the world, this troika from the menagerie of Mephistopheles would be banished from Kollywood for their sick crime of inflicting the unending nightmare of Thoranai on the public.
Ayyo, pera ketalle chumma vanthi varathu (the name makes you want to throw up).
Vishal Reddy has as much acting talent as a gibbering monkey. The young lad’s last movie Sathyam was a horror show with the fella screaming like a hyena. In this movie, the lad goes around looking and acting like a retard for much of the time.
Tis’ a shame that Vishal has learnt nothing from the cold shoulder the audience gave to Sathyam.
Vishal can’t act. Vishal can’t dance.
Vishal can’t deliver a dialog effectively. Vishal can’t fight plausibly.
And Vishal has no screen presence.
Worse, he is not in the least bit convincing and looks more like a clown when he mouths all those ‘threatening’ dialogs to the villain Tamilarasan (Prakash Raj) or when he launches into a moralistic discourse to get Guru and his henchmen to abandon their wayward ways and turn a new leaf.
This young lass has no role to speak of in the movie except to wear some skimpy attire and play the Laurel to Vishal’s Hardy.
Perhaps, that’s a blessing given this bimbette’s limited acting skills.
The only scene in which Shriya Saran looks alluringly beautiful is when she appears in Murugan’s flat, wearing a lovely sari and holding a candle after the lights go out.
If Thoranai proves anything at all, it’s that Mani Sharma would be under-qualified to organize the drums for a funeral procession.
The man obviously has earned a doctorate in crap music. Whether it’s the first Vedi Vedi Saravedi, Vaa Chellam or the other songs, they all belong to the genre best described as cacophonous drivel.
If you think the picturization of the songs compensate for the poor music, you’re in for another disappointment.
Hesitate not to show Thoranai the middle finger for its makers display scant regard for the paying audience by unleashing such a pathetic piece of shit.
This is not a movie worth wasting time or money over.
If releasing Thoranai in theatres was a reckless act of sadism on the part of its devilish makers, watching this garbage in theatres is a wanton act of masochism on the part of viewers.
Don’t say we didn’t warn ya.