Having created a niche for himself,
Ravi Teja’s task is to perpetuate the myth of absurdity. Consequently, in
keeping with the festive season, it is a all firework cracker of an outing. In
fact, Ravi Teja is an in built caveat to his films. Here sensibility,
sensitivity are prime perils. It is not about authenticity, it is timing. RT
has done everything here every time before. It is over to the audience. Like
before, a story and happenings on screen to dot the lines of the narration are
but a smoke screen to inflate the creative cardboard image even as the new flexie
generation swallows the larger than life cutout of a star of his own making.
Inspector Prakash (Prakash Raj) and colleague IG Sampath (Sampath) in a covert
operation fatally attack the principal goon brother. Even as the preface rolls
out, blood is spilling all over. Single dad Prakash is killed and daughter
Lucky (Mihreen Pirzada) is on the run. On the prowl is this simmering sibling
Veera (Vivan Bhatena) out to avenge the reminiscent lineage of Prakash. Even as
the constabulary is in helpless surrender, the bold lady in Khakhi
Anantalakshmi (Radhika) pushes for her visually challenged son Raja The Great
(Ravi Teja) to take on the villains. So goes the story, so begins the action.
Details are irrelevant. Not surprisingly, it is any which way unbelievable. In
case you come with a baggage that a story must have a high percentage of logic,
leave it with your laptop in the cloakroom of the multiplex. This is the RT
world. Lookout for the one-liners and revel in the din and dust he kicks up.
Joining the party – and with the accountability of party visitors are a whole
set of equally unbelievable set of actors who push hard and let you swallow the
pill with ease. So we have: Bujji (Srinivas Reddy) as the hero’s sidekick,
Pandu (Vidyulekha Raman) heroine’s sidekick, her dad the suicide threatening
Prasad (Rajendra Prasad), the villain’s dad Mylargadda (Tanikela Bharani),
Posani, Prabhas Sreenu, playing as part of the brother’s team and a host of
others including the likes of Ali and Raghu Babu coming in at regular intervals
to perform what is now perceived as comedy to give you the laughs.
High on adrenaline, low on grey cells, this typical Ravi Teja’s stuff looks the
kind that could give the Sivakasi product the run for its worth. It comes with
a statutory warning of the RT genre. Interestingly, the violence perpetuated in
a Ravi Teja film is High on voltage and therefore inherently poor in
inspiration. It therefore occupies a safe social space of near cartoon
entertainment and does not become a social threat. The film surely and clearly
RT centric. It has to propel on the energy of the star. It does. Ravi Teja does
what he does. To a viewership that shuns experiment and heterodoxy, here comes
a predicable ‘entertainer’. Dance, comic relief, action, one-liners (aplenty),
make this masala. If you like the menu, go for it. To quote from the film – “It
is laughing time: whu whu whu”.
L. Ravichander.