Goat-fucking idiots! Offspring of lunatic donkeys! Shameless eunuchs from somewhere.
Source – the drunks yelling in the beggar-van in Rohinton Mistry’s tour de force A Fine Balance P.323
Thank God, fictional drunks can’t watch Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa.
For if they did, the tipplers wouldn’t hesitate one nanosecond before unleashing the same vitriolic barrage at (mis)director Gautam Menon and the twin midgets in his menagerie i.e. Simbhu and Trisha, besides hurling a few more choice epithets at these offenders.
Is there any one among you that can answer this question – How did this Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa abortion come to be made and how did it get to be released in theaters?
Since you schmucks can’t answer that, here’s our hypothesis: Some Stalin or Grimalkin had more money than it knew what to do with and the end-result was this boring shit called Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa.
If you go by the credits, Gautham Menon has also penned the story for this grossly underwhelming movie.
Yet another unimaginative, trite love story, Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa offers little charm to the audience.
Same old boy sees girl, falls head-over-heels in love drivel. And as y’all know the course of true love never does run smooth in Indian films and opposition invariably comes by way of the stubborn father and the different religions of the lovers.
That’s all there’s to this junk. Really, guys.
And we yawned through the ennui for 2 hours and 30-minutes.
To think that this Menon fella has been making movies for a decade and this shitty script is all he can come up with?
Simbhu or Vombhu or wateva name this Little Supershit is known by is no great shakes as an actor.
We saw him earlier in Vallavan and tonight in this abortion.
The fellow is not ready for prime-time and utterly lacking in screen presence. At least in this film.
Simbhu falters badly in some key scenes like when his character Karthik tells Jessie (Trisha) that he’s in love with her (the first time on the street).
Equally flat are his later ejaculations to the girl: I’m crazy about you. I’m mad about you.
For someone obsessed with the girl, we see not the passion but a weirdo stalking her.
Trisha Krishnan does in Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa what she unfailingly does in every movie she features in. The freak quickly wets herself all over, leaving a foul, unendurable stench in her wake.
Repeatedly the woman gibbering monkey is found wanting. And badly at that.
When Karthik tells her, I want to make love to you all the time the schmuck can only respond with a vacuous expression.
Only in Incredible India can this ghastly ‘actress’ without a single redeeming quality get to be a starlet.
And apparently a thriving one too considering that this insufferable creature has lately extended her stinging tentacles to Bollywood too. 🙁
In the key confrontation between the two deviants late night at her house, both Trisha and Simbhu turn out to be hopelessly inadequate.
Sure, there were some funny dialogs (mainly in the conversation between our hero Karthik and his cameraman friend) but they were few and far between to provide much relief from the tedium.
What a shame that A.R.Rahman’s fine music should be wasted on trash like Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa.
Talk of casting pearls before a swine.
While the music is pleasing, the picturization of every song was hopeless, not in the least bit endearing. No matter that some of the numbers were filmed in Europe.
Folks, unless you have a burning itch to inflict serious injury on yourself show this junk the middle finger with gusto.
We wasted $12 on this shit. No reason why you should squander your money or time over trash like Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa.