by SI blog reader Racer44
A conversation between two chaps exiting the theater, having survived the ordeal of watching Theeratha Vilayattu Pillai.
Chappie A: Machan, indha moonjikku Playboy kaekkudha? Periya Manmadha kunjunu nenappu.
Chappie B: Vidu Machan, namma moonjikku neetu chandra kaekumpodhu, avan mattum enna pannuvaan?
Chappie A: Aanalum mavane, indha director paiyan mattum kaiyila kedaicha…..an
At the end of this interminably long freak-show, I could hear not one but several such angry outbursts pouring forth in the theater.
I admit I had deep forebodings even as I entered the theater. The little I had seen of this fella Vishal had not enthused me a great deal. But little did I comprehend the unrelenting savagery in store for me.
From the very first frame till some three hours later, when the surreal nightmare ended, Vishal assaults your senses mercilessly, leaving you gasping for breath.
Breath does come, in intermittent spurts, in the form of the three hot girls Tejaswini (Neetu Chandra), Jyoti (Tanushree Dutta) and Priya (Sarah-Jane Dias). But no sooner do we rest our wounded eyes on these beauties than we are pummeled back into our state of wretchedness as Vishal, with his I-am-the-resident-baboon style, wanders around hopelessly trying to convince us he is a playboy.
Drivel of a Plot
The story, like many other things in this film, is so outrageously preposterous that it staggers the mind. The film has hardly started, and immediately the unwitting audience are sold crap about how Karthik (Vishal) is a guy who wants the best in everything he desires, and he now wants a wife. So Karthik decides to simultaneously fall in love with three beautiful girls and then choose one to his liking.
As a battle-hardened audience try to digest this drivel of a plot, Vishal sets off on his “wooing” spree, dealing mortal blows to the by-now brain-numbed audience along the way. Bereft of even the most basic acting skills, this fella would fail to get even a single paisa were he to, one day, beg for alms. It beggars belief how such nincompoops without a shred of talent manage to survive, that too as hero, in an industry where one failure can spell the end of your career.
True to all Tamil films, the pretty dames fall head-over-heels in love with Karthik and respond positively to his advances (korangu saettai).
One of them, Tejaswini, has a stinking rich father who, upon investigation, finds out what Karthik is up to, and reveals all to his daughter. Tejaswini then confronts Karthik with the truth and receives pathetic bluster in response, to the effect that, since she knew what his motives were, she had been rejected as a potential choice in the “race” to become Karthik’s wife.
Just when you think it has reached the nadir of nonsense, the Director (a choose-your-expletive by the name of Thiru) jumps up on you with the information that all this is but a build-up to the second half which will feature a skimpily-clad Neetu Chandra trying to put a spanner in Vishal’s works by exposing his multiple love-lives to his other two girlfriends. Much as Neetu’s skin-show is a balm for your tired eyes, it’s poor compensation for the arrant nonsense unraveling on the screen.
From nowhere, Prakash Raj springs out, introducing himself as Jyoti’s protective katta-panjaayathu-Dada-type brother who will chop off Karthik’s hands if he is seen publicly with any other girl. Why in the world an accomplished actor like Prakash Raj would stoop to accept this abominably sketched caricature is beyond human reasoning.
The tortuous plot ploughs on at an even more leisurely pace from here on, oblivious to remonstrances from aggrieved members of the audience.
The brief facts being: Tejaswini proves Karthik’s duplicity to Jyoti.
Both of them try to enlighten Priya, but Priya, being rather low on gray matter, chooses to believe in Karthik’s innocence and goes all lovey-dovey on him. When Karthik tries to confess, Prakash Raj barges in to do the honors, and, in the process, beats the hell out of Karthik.
The end, mercifully, does come, but not before, some more bullshit is thrown at us by way of Karthik landing himself in an accident and the doctor (after some ridiculously silly shots of peering at x-rays) falsely diagnosing that he has lost all his memory.
Overall, this movie is a piece of shit with no merit whatsoever.
The acting sucks, the music sucks (Yuvan Shankar raja being the culprit), and the story sucks big-time.
If, despite reading this review, you steel yourself and watch this movie, you are the sucker.