Gudachari meets Bud Spencer and
Terence Hill in Las Vegas for some Indian spice. Not difficult to perceive, in
fact tediously predictable, this is just hard to digest. With a major chunk of
the creative credits owned up by the Director (Hanu Raghavapudi), he cannot
look for cover. It however stresses the need to understand that the various
departments of film making require differing skill sets and could sometimes
also be contradictory in nuance. Ambitious to a fault and scaled without cause,
you are left with the nagging question as to how Nithin agreed to be part of
such grandiose hot air. Here is a film that leaves a major chunk of its two
hours and more to the stunt man and the music director with they not even
stepping out to justify the confidence imposed. Resultantly the film looks
imposed.
The one-line story line of a lad wronged by the villains who killed his dad
joining the forces to catch the bad guys is as new and novel as Alam Ara. There
is simply nothing recommendatory in the film that dares to match other biggies
at the BO. It is only reasonable therefore to contextually expect that it would
be backed by something special in content or treatment. Nothing is in offing.
Spiced up in the name of content it proceeds on the premise that the viewer is
a moron and has no artistic /cinematic expectations. When Nithin endorses it he
abets the idea, conspires the execution and is guilty of assessing his growing
fan following which if nothing is a bad career move after his recent successes.
Satyam (Nithin) and Chaitra (Megha Akash) arrive in Vega in very filmi
circumstances. Before that we have a prolonged preface with Lord Indra and
Narada (Prithivi and Brahmaji) making some cosmic plans to justify the
ludicrous script. On flight is also sleuth Aadi (Sri Ram) as part of Operation
Sholay which is to track down international criminals whose names, face and
crimes remain a mystery. Aadi is acting at the behest of Intelligence Chief
Bharadwaj (Ravi Kishen). The criminal duo who help the globe-trotting excuse
are Padmanabham and Vishwanatham (Arjun and Nasser). The clue to get at them is
a coat that originates at a tailoring shop near Charminar. The police follow
the coat, others follow suit. The zig zag seeming thriller trail unwittingly
and without wit involves Satyam and Chaitra with a screen romance as cold as
the snow mountains.
While you guess that Satyam has a purpose you wonder why Arjun has a costume
fixation (with a penchant to outdo Kamal Hasan). Every one suddenly borrows
heavily from Ek tha Tiger, run across Vegas, the lead pair sing songs the bad
guys are running the good guys are shooting the police are screaming and the
audience is resigned.
If the film maker promised anything intelligent than the film is true to its
title. Otherwise it has very little to recommend.
L. Ravichander.