Yet another weekend dedicated to lack of quality, yet another formulistic
look at cinema at its dreadful dreary vainglorious screech. The only difference
is the day of release. That is where the entire new thought seems to have gone
into.
The scene is surely getting alarmingly bereft of any class and if we refuse to
hear the alarm bells the fire will catch on with the winds and we would be
accused of being silent spectators to an era of preposterous films.
Take the one on hand. We have Govinda (Manchu Manoj) up a hillock on the way to
commit suicide. Joining him with a similar mission is another stranger
Venkatratnam (Posani Krishna Murali). The latter is a software engineer who
jilted in love decides to take the final fatal leap. The reason why Govinda is
on a similar trip is the film.
Not very serious with life and without any responsibility whatsoever he is the
doted grandson of the village priest Neelakanta Sastry (Chandra Mohan). He
falls in love with the local damsel Vaidehi (Simran Kaur). A contrived humour
angle is added with Jambavathi (Gita Singh) stepping in to play suitor. The
entire love story between Vaidehi and Govinda spurred by the rich poor divide
lacks conviction and soon we are told that the love birds have parted and
Vaidehi has made it to the wedding alter with the NRI suitor.
The scene now shifts to Ali Khan (Siyaji Shinde) whose daughter Mumtaz (Sakshi
Chowdary) is the next lass in line. This love story after a few meets and the
assigned romantic number cracks when she over hears her lover talk
disparagingly about love and matters thereof. He is beaten up by the local
goons and is saved by this young lady (Anu Priya) for whom he really falls in
love only to be rejected. In the mean while he has an item affair with Stacy
(Rachel) who is in love with Govinda’s employer but finds herself in the arms
of her lover’s chauffeur.
So far so good. The film could have at best frivolous and excusable but in the
final moments it gets complicated with a sex racket and villains coming in.
There is the usual filmy romance (projected without taste). Poorly scripted and
with matching execution by the cast and crew you know you have been led to yet
another frivolous exercise.
No one is required to do anything serious in the film. No body does. The cast
can blame the script, the script can bounce it back on the cast. With three nay
four heroines the script is not going to do justice to any one. Sakshi gets the
favour of the Director and turns out to be the final winner in the hurdles
race. She also looks better and presents herself better. Posani Krishna Murali
delivers just what is expected of him and so does Ali in a brief appearance.
Obviously the film depends largely actually solely on Manchu Manoj and the
verdict is clearly that he fails to take the film and its poor script to shores
of salvage.