arun’s blog

After dwamming over for a few weeks, just when I thought I have to write something, I came across this movie “yarukku yaar” in my friend’s gtalk status message whose recommendation I initially thought was a genuine advertisement. I had to spit out my thoughts regarding this dipwad movie to restore my temperament. And this is not a review, its not worth it. I read somewhere the intension of the movie was a spoof or parody. I don’t think so. But if it is, this is the worst burlesque one can possibly venture!! Really. It fails sincerely from the saying “Imitation is the most serious form of flattery”.

A grotesque crew with a wedgeass director, a hero portraying almost all qualities of a simian, and a couple of narcissistic, shitheaded bimbos as heroines with the most ludicrous plot ever, coupled with a lugubrious camera work and incorrigible screenplay. I ponder if every single cast in this movie (with some exceptions) is emotionally deprived. Nevertheless, this movie should have a rambunctious laughter akin to or even to a greater extent than a Vijayakanth movie, when seen along with a bunch of friends certainly…

All plaudits to the choreographer (if they had one) for this eye-candy performance. Either that or the hero/heroine were cantankerous in learning the SPOOF steps even!! Horrible, pathetic. I am out on a limb here, running out of adjectives. It doesn’t take an Einstein to figure out that nothing is/can be perfect. However, I thought the opposite also holds true. In the sense, there can’t be a perfectly imperfect movie. I was flummoxed, bamboozled, by this wildly performance from this seemingly purposeless illiterate assholes, to hell with their vivid intentions to leave a dent in us with a parody.

It takes an extraordinary buttmunch to release this movie along with Sivaji (An information I gathered from a couple of my friends. Also the movie was released only in Madurai and Salem I guess). The hero acts craps like a guy with severe short-term memory loss and kowtows whenever the females raise their voice, with a SORRY. Its irritating. A monotonous dialogue delivery, not to mention, his trot dancing steps and jumps, his cherubic magnetic and coveting smile, pot-belly, most notably his CARTOON paintings of TATA-inspired-imitated automobile model as his source of intelligence, prudence and aspiration.

This degraded performance in direction and cast is a severe disappointment to the image built by various luminary actors and directors of tamil film industry. In toto, a jerkwater movie which everyone should watch for no further disappointments (GUARANTEED) . To scoff at the attempted flop mockery with a bunch of friends hanging together is the best choice.

And I am still agitated!