Yamudiki Mogudu belongs to an era when Telugu film star Chiranjeevi was an ordinary Supreme Hero not the extraordinary Mega-Star he’s now.
Last night, we traveled back in time to watch this film.
And if you insist on a one-word summary of our Yamudiki Mogudu experience, all we’d say is: abomination.
The Netflix sleeve of the Yamudiki Mogudu DVD mentions that the film is an Indian take of Heaven Can Wait.
So we headed over pronto to our online vade mecum Wikipedia and lo and behold Yamudiki Mogudu does indeed seem to have been inspired by the 1978 Hollywood film Heaven Can Wait, which itself was a remake of Here Comes Mr. Jordan (1941).
One of the crudest motion pictures ever to hit the big screen, Yamudiki Mogudu is like nothing we’ve ever experienced before.
Folks, if you think Tamil movies are ugly, you ain’t seen ugly till you behold Yamudiki Mogudu (by the way this junk was subsequently remade in Tamil as Athisaya Piravi with Rajinikanth in the lead).
Yes, Yamudiki Mogudu is indeed the nightmare in which Chiranjeevi introduces the celestial beauties to Tap Dance, Rock-n-Roll, Break Dance, Disco Dance et al.
Don’t believe us? Here, watch Chiranjeevi slap celestial nymph Rambha’s right buttock repeatedly and cavort with other heavenly maidens in the Dansu Onsu Moru number.
Directed by a pinhead called Ravi Raja Pinisetty, Yamudiki Mogudu is an unending stream of nonsense with nary a letup.
Soon after a kind hearted thug Kali (Chiranjeevi) is dispatched by a pair of unsavory elements, we find him at the Hindu God of Death Yama’s court where we discover that Kali’s earthly existence has been prematurely cut short due to a calculating error on the part of Chitra Gupta.
After Kali threatens to sue the shit of Yama in the court of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, a worried Yama and his two underlings find a new body to send Kali back to earth. This time it’s a murdered pansy Balu (Chiranjeevi), tormented and poisoned by his evil uncle.
How the one-time pansy now turned toughie Balu teaches the baddies a lesson while simultaneously romancing two girls (Radha and Vijayshanti) is what this sick trash is all about.
Chiranjeevi – Awful
Chiranjeevi is plain awful in Yamudiki Mogudu.
Intolerable when he’s fighting with both his hands tied behind, insufferable when he’s dancing, inexcusable when he’s romancing the two girls.
Insufferable, whenever he’s on the screen. Period.
To think that this clown is the Supreme Hero or Mega-Star or wateva big shit and lording over the Telugu film industry is unfathomable.
Now, let’s not forget that when Yamudiki Mogudu was made, Chiranjeevi was already a veteran of nearly 100 films (Source: IMDB). So the buffoonish performance this Supreme-shit rendered in Yamudiki Mogudu is unacceptable.
An alien watching this baboon dancing in the Dansu Onsu Moru or the Supreme Hero, Dream Boy garbage would be forgiven for thinking that little distinction exists between humans and apes, but for the missing prehensile tail. One, of course, shouldn’t be surprised if Chiru (as this fella is fondly referred to by his fans) has one neatly rolled up in his loincloth.
As for the girls Radha and Vijayshanti, do you really want us to go there.
With her outrageous cosumes and hideous acting, Radha is a graceless monstrosity, the likes of which has not besmirched the soil of the Telugus in several millennia.
If you subscribe to the theory that people get the movie they deserve, then Yamudiki Mogudu is a dark reflection of the Telugu peoples.
Should you feel like exposing your senses to all that’s vile, you can rent Yamudiki Mogudu from Netflix.