The sheer effrontery of the buffoons.
To put out trash like Varudu and then to dare call it a movie is but a sign of the metastasizing malignancy eating away at the innards of Telugu movies.
What were the clowns thinking, if these Tollywood simians are even capable of such hard tasks.
In its essence, Varudu is no more than the asinine account of a bridegroom (Allu Arjun) left stranded at the altar when his bride is kidnapped by a nut-case (Arya).
How our enraged groom hotfoots it to the kidnapper’s lair, rescues the girl, fights an army of villains, careens down mountains, jumps off bridges (the last three with his bride in tow) and ties the knot around the damsel’s neck is all there is to this stupid story interspersed, of course, with the customary sickening fight scenes and de rigeur silly song/dance sequences.
Here’s a Promise
Folks, if this piece of shit Varudu doesn’t turn into a mega disaster, we’ll abandon blogging, give back our U.S. passport and return to Incredible India to spend our winter years amidst all ye schmucks. 😉
Howzzat for a challenge, pansies?
Even by the lowly standard of Telugu peoples, the Varudu story is pure offal that there’s no way this is gonna resonate with any audience of humans.
Allu Arjun – IQ of a Tadpole
Allu Arjun still lives in the la-la land where acting only means moving your legs in some weird poses to the deafening beat of cacophonous drums.
What prompted Allu Arjun to do this film (besides the glitter of moolah, that is) is, of course, the proverbial 64-million dollar question and suggests that this fella is not endowed with a superior intellect when it comes to picking roles. Remember Arya 2?
Rest of this Drivel
Contrary to what you may have heard, Kollywod import Arya is not the arch villain of Varudu. That dubious distinction belongs to director Gunasekhar, who also takes credit for this fig leaf of a story.
The rest of the cast (Ashish Vidyarti, Suhasini, Sayaji Shinde, Nasser, the heroine Bhanu Mehra and mercifully even Brahmanandam) is completely irrelevant.
None of the songs did anything for us. Be it the fast number Saare Jahaa in the beginning, the slow Bahusha Vo Chanchalaa on the marriage dais in the middle or the Relaare Relaare toward the end. Yes, most of the songs were accompanied by the usual nonsense of Allu Arjun’s weird calisthenics while lip-syncing paeans to love.
The stunt scenes were nothing to write home about, particularly the final ones atop the tall structure that looks eerily like a nuclear power station and collapses unleashing a mushroom cloud of dust. Bizarre irony.
At a theater on the East Coast, the audience was distracted, engaged in chit-chat and frequently sniggering at the nonsense unfolding on the screen suggesting they were not enamored of the film.
We wasted $12 and sacrificed ourselves on the altar of this villainous folly. No reason for y’all to repeat our monumental blunder.
Folks, we wholeheartedly encourage you to show the middle finger to this mind-numbing garbage with gusto.
Stay at home, wank off, get sloshed, sleep off the hangover, catch up on cleaning, visit grandma, smoke a joint…hey, do anything but watch this nonsense.
Movie Critics Pee on Allu Arjun’s Varudu