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.