Here we go!! Fasten your seatbelts.
You are in for a 127 minute flight into meaningless violence, killings and
designer intrigue. As you yawn your way through, this ridiculously violent saga
of a policeman wronged running amuck with his tormentors, you realise that it
is an act of indiscretion to walk into a theatre without a proper check in the
credentials.
Remember Zanjeer: the story of a police officer – a simmering volcano whose
intolerance to injustice dates back to his childhood. Here the tormentor (read
Director Balaji N Sai) could well have suffered some serious socio-emotional
drawback to perceive and translate a script of this kind to reels. There can’t
be a more inauspicious beginning for the year. This is unacceptable nauseating
celebration of revenge and violence. Neither thematically, nor artistically is
the film worth a cent. A pathological examination is warranted. You would
require a huge pain threshold to sit through the film. This 127minutes is two
hours more than necessary!!
Our protagonist (Uday Kiran) – after whom the film is named is a police officer
wronged. Our cinemalogy tells us that Hell hath no fury than a policeman
scorned. So, out he is to avenge the wrong-doers in a method that is
screamingly self-defeatist. He runs into Reshma (Reshma), a rich spoilt brat,
who revolts against a domineering Mom who wants to have her married to an
aspirant Chief Minister Adi Narayana (Aditya Menon). Adi and his dad Chintamani
run an organ transplant racket under the name of an orphanage and rehab centre.
Reshma meets Sriram while on the run. On the way to Goa – she on the run, he
trailing his tormentors. Reshma gives him all the details of her past,
including her love life with seemingly goody-goody Sid (face/name/background
not known or traceable). He has a sister (details as with Sid) who abets the
seeming good acts which even a moron will tell you is put on. Move on, you may
scream, but your voice is anyway lost in the din and dust of the Director
Balaji N Sai’s mayhem.
Don’t look for performances to salvage the film. It is partly their inadequacy
but even more it is the mess they have walked into. Uday Kiran on a comeback
trail chooses a flat tyre vehicle for a racing rally. Derailing by definition.
Poor guy will pay for the bad choice made when he has little coming his way.
Don’t look certainly at the crew to help. They actively push the film from the
pit to the abyss. The music is of the quality that is ideal for school bands at
the Annual Day march past. The lyrics has something like Kaipeeku Vollu. The
cinematographer chooses to scan his cinema on the faces of the villains instead
of concentrating on the picturesque Goa. The script writer looks at the world
in his own image – thinks we are morons. The Director is directionless!!
In the course of the tormenting goings on a character says: “Trailer ke jwaram
oste, main picture chooste em aithadi?” Good question. That is the lone honest
moment in the two hour indulgence. Forced, bribed, blackmailed, cajoled – then
succumb otherwise, leave it alone.
L. Ravichander.