On my way to a Friday a fear slowly
gnaws my system as to which film I would be called upon to endure. The fears,
often convert into reality. As ordained: so is it this week. It is proverbial
that some part with their money too soon. Put moneybag with itch and haste on
the one hand and a Director (Sapan Kumar) who is yet to get familiar with the
art together and you have this Friday Fiasco.
Dialogues are either soppy, retrograde sexist or cinematically predictable.
Every scene reeks of predictability and you are called upon to endure a tale
that constantly calls up on you to be patient. This is exemplary cinema for
endurance and do not recommend it to any enemy with whom you wish to make up.
Even the flowers in the park are artificial and you have wise statements like:
girls are like ice cubes in the fridge – safe until they are inside. Eeks.
Sharanya (Reshma) works for a women’s magazine and is told by her Editor
(Jhansi) that if she wants to write about how gals must gently ward off
aggressive suitors, she must make it biographical. Gautham (Srinivas) works
with an ad-agency and is hell bent upon doing a ad film for a diamond brand.
Both feign love for the other. Sharanya has a batch of gals including Radhika
(Srilatha) while Srinivas has a support gang including Chanti (Chanti),
Coupling Mani (Ambati Sriram). The two teams are at war in the midst of a
seeming love story. The principle characters behave as if they have lost their
marbles and lack credibility. Keeping them good company is the support cast.
We have a quick cross over from this urban scenario to the village where
Srinivas has a whole large family (Genus: Telugu film type) tucked in convert
the seeming love tale into reality. The family (read herd) headed by L.B.
Sriram throw up a cameo that is worth missing like any other part of the film.
The film moves on predictable lines and you wait for the tow to realise that
they are in love. Just when you have finished sipping your soft drink and
believe that is all is over and you are adjusting to leave, we have a final
twist to the tale with a seemingly comic climax which is just as insipid as the
entire goings on.
The film leaves nothing to recommend. Certainly not the performances, nor the
task delegated to the crew. Even fixed matches are more entertaining. In case
this cinema is to go through a test by a team of professionals it would not
muster enough to encourage screening. It is guaranteed cure for those who
suffer insomnia and a good antidote to a film addict. The film title has a by
line Love Cycle Break Ledu. It would be more appropriate if it were Love cycle
– sense ledu.
L. Ravichander