Tis’ true that God hates all Indians.
But God has reserved his most potent fury and venom for the Telugu peoples by depriving them of the gene that appreciates or discerns those beautiful things known as art, class and culture.
If class came and slapped Telugus hard on the face, those crass jackasses wouldn’t recognize it!
And if you want to know how we came to that depressing conclusion, it’s after watching the premiere show of Nenu Naa Rakshasi a short while ago at a theater on the U.S. East Coast.
Only in a Telugu film would you find the heroine in the end going to prison for 18 months for merely uploading YouTube videos of people committing suicide while her boyfriend, a hired killer with several scalps to his credit/discredit, is gallivanting around town on his bike killing more people.
Only in a Telugu film would you find a hideous crass comedy track with absolutely no relation to the main story and featuring a Black Amazon raping a male Telugu comedian in Venice and declaring she’s pregnant the next morning. (And the comedian wears her mammoth pink panties as a badge of honor.) 🙁
Only in a Telugu film would you find the lead pair (Rana Daggupati and Ileana D’Cruz) completely clueless about acting and utterly hopeless at dancing.
Only in a Telugu film would you find an incompetent director Puri Jagannadh who dares to put his finger into multiple pies (story, screenplay, dialog and direction) and does a hopelessly bad job at all of them.
Only in a Telugu film would we have five-year-old kids behaving like adults and pontificating on Love and other grownup subjects while adults go around behaving like five-year-olds.
Only a crappy Telugu film would attract a crowd of 70+ Donga Mundas (the hero uses this ‘sweet’ expression for his love interest in the film).
If you insist on knowing the outline of the story, it’s about a hired killer falling in love with a young girl who keeps video-taping suicides and uploading them to YouTube.
Of course, if there was all to it the movie might even be watchable but there’s a lot of garbage in-between that have no connection to the main story.
Rana, Ileana Can’t Act
Neither Rana Daggupati nor that anorexic Goan girl Ileana D’Cruz have the faintest notion of what acting is.
Rana Daggupati thinks staring or slapping girls hard with a stern expression and declaring undying love is acting while Ileana D’Cruz labors under the delusion that putting on an expressionless face is the acme of acting.
True, it’s their fault but what is this clown Puri Jagannadh doing.
As director, it’s Jagannadh’s job to extract performances from his stars.
But then that Jagannadh joker probably knows as much about the craft of movie-making as you schmucks do about the theory of Relativity.
Uglier the Better
We weren’t thrilled with any of the songs and doubt they have any longevity.
Considering Telugu films are made by jackasses for jackasses, Nenu Naa Rakshashi will probably find favor with the target audience given its garish title, tawdry scenes, unendurable ‘comedy’ and crappy storyline.
Guess it won’t be long before the sequel arrives (2012?) bearing an equally malodorous title like Nuve Naa Pisachi.