Abbayi Class Ammayi Mass

Director Koneti Sreenu decides to move away from the humdrum of formula Tollywood paradigms and suggests that there is space beyond. He in fact even nearly succeeds to make a watchable film which is as much as you can recommend a film these days.
An adaptation of Pretty Women the film deals with a young guy who is brought up by his grand mother. She believes that the family has suffered due to the sexual indulgences of her spouse and her son and therefore weans her grandson away, far away from any influence of the female gender. His local conscience keeper is to ensure that there is no woman in his life – so much so that even in the industry that he is working even the receptionist is a man.
As luck would have it his industry is not doing well and the heiress of a businessman falls in love with him. Money Bags now shows the carrot and the stick. To many this would be carrot and carrot. Not for the misogynist. He now has to make a choice. His friend decides that the best way to get him off the hang over is to engage a prostitute and enstivise him to the bees and the butterflies and then expose him to the waiting lady. This if nothing would get his business on track.
Of on a trip to Goa the hero still refuses to even see the gal and make polite conversation with her. One night however an excess of liquor has him puking and the need to be nursed to normalcy for an early morning crucial meet the next day. Her services that night wins his heart and from hear he develops more than a soft corner for the prostitute.
There is a parallel track of how she visited a realtor cum politician one night and unwittingly got caught in a revenge saga and the politicians man who is busy shooting people at the instance of his master. The tracks run parallel for long and finally meet to a customary scene of gun shots and fights. This then leads to yet another predictable and trite climax.
The film may offer nothing new. What makes it watchable is what is avoids. The music (Sri Krishna) is pleasant. The cinematography (Sai Sreeram) is noteworthy.
The cast has veteran Srilakshmi returning to a role which is not very comical but has streaks of the actress returning to her space. Ali, Srinivas Reddy and Aahuti Prasad are their usual self.
Hari Priya must consider herself fortunate for having a role that requires to do more than just sing songs and dress like a glam doll. She puts in a sincere effort and hopefully would smoothen the rough edges with time and a few more roles. She shows promise. The film however belongs to Varun Sandesh. He puts in a very sincere role. The character is lacking in flesh and has to move from something unbelievable to some one to pull up the film. He not only dances well when called upon but also translates the non glamorous part of the character with a lot of punch. It is his role and his performance that really lifts the film.
Very ordinary. But yes, it does not hurt you and in that context a film worth a dekho. L. Ravichander.