That humans in this day and age can put forth garbage like Goa and dare call it a movie boggles the mind.
Folks, of all the Tamil movies we’ve seen in the last five years Goa is the vilest trash of ’em all.
Before the might of this Goa sewage tsunami, Kuruvi, Villu, Sathyam, Aadhavan, Thoranai et al pale into insignificance.
Goa is a movie that heaps disgrace on the entire Tamil movie industry.
From 4:08PM to 6:57PM (except, mercifully for the 10-minute interval) at MovieShitty in Edison NJ it was a lengthy torture ordeal the likes of which even Stalin’s minions did not inflict on their victims in the cold cellars of the Lubyanka.
Everything is Wrong
Schmuck, ask not what’s wrong with this movie.
Au contraire, ask if there are any redeeming elements at all in Goa.
Ask why in the age of Avatar and Sherlock Holmes and Kaminey trashy films like Goa see the light of the day.
Alas, except for the brief intermission there was not a moment’s respite in the nonsense on the screen.
Clown Prince Behind Goa
The architect of this diabolical misadventure, mind-numbing sophomoric drivel, embarrassing juvenilia is Venkat Prabhu, the clown prince of Kollywood and the bozo at the vanguard of the new wave of crappy Tamil films.
Venkat Prabhu takes (dis)credit for the story, screenplay, dialogs and finally (mis)direction.
* Like a lot of stupid Tamil films, Goa one too begins with a song in the fields abutting a village.
* Like a lot of crappy Tamil films, Goa too is obsessed with love above all.
* Like a lot of bad-ass Tamil films, Goa too inflicts horrible noise and calls it music.
* Like a lot of disgusting Tamil films, Goa too has no story to speak of.
* Like a lot of pathetic Tamil films, Goa too showcases poor acting.
You get the idea, eh?
Three friends (Premji Amaran, Vaibhav Reddy and Jai) in a village, youngsters with raging hormones, strict parents and tired of life in the rural setting, vamoose to Goa – after a pit stop at Madurai – in fond hopes of finding a pretty White girl to marry and then settle abroad.
If you think that’s a pretty weak and lame foundation for a movie what follows after the youths’ arrival in Goa is even worse. The rickety scaffolding just collapses leaving the audience to run for cover from the mayhem unfolding on the screen.
Acme of Poor Acting
Sure, bad acting is par for the course in Tamil movies.
But the devil’s apprentices we see in Goa take incompetence and bad acting to stratospheric levels.
Neither the lead trio nor the White girls have even the faintest notion of what acting is all about. The carelessness extends to the lack of lip synchronization for the voices of the White girls.
Among the countless irritating aspects of this film none can match the weird character of the casino queen (played by Sneha). Bizarre even by the lowly standards of Tamil movies.
Gay Love – Ha Ha Ha
Then there’s the infantile gay-love, side story of Jack (Aravind Akash) and Danny (Sampath Raj).
This gay-love bit is handled in a horribly clumsy fashion and makes the whole thing look ugly, particularly Jack’s jealousy of Danny’s seeming closeness to one of the boys i.e. Swami (Premji Amaran).
The attempts at spoofing popular dialogs or the music from well known Tamil films like Pokiri and Baasha is not merely silly but tiresome as well.
Sadly, all this nonsense is the result of not a cohesive, entertaining script as much as the morning-after vomit of the previous night’s overindulgence.
For a movie dubbed as a Goa Holiday at the beginning, the film actually turns out a tragedy for the paying viewers.
Not once did the scenes or the dialogs evoke any laughs. Just silent tears at our bad Karma.
Yuvan Shankar Raja brings no credit to himself with his sloppy work.
None of the songs have any merit.
From the opening song Yellellu Thalamuraikkum to the songs on the beach in Goa to the night club song to the following numbers, it’s ceaseless cacophony.
If you think the songs are horrific, their picturization is plain repulsive. None of the ‘actors’ have the faintest familiarity with dancing.
Shun the Trash
Guys, even if you are paid money to watch this Goa shit say No to this vile trash.
The movie is a ceaseless affront to all notions of taste and utterly devoid of any merit.
If Goa sends any message, it’s the pointer to the confederacy of dunces at the helm of the movie business in Tamil Nadu.
Hesitate not to extend your middle finger to this beastly nonsense.