The poetry ends with the title.
With all the rave reviews, the expectation was slightly high.
The opening segment clearly let us know that the censors, in this country is non existent, has passed this crude, crass and violent film with UA certification.
What fascinates me is how this horribly unoriginal, substandard and mediocre flick, can be a huge hit?
Can movie makers learn to make a thriller without revenge as a motive? The thrill takes so much of a beating, depression is the only heavy feeling that is left.
We are so inventive when it comes to a love story, the Vijay Sethupathi Nayanthara segment, demonstrates that. Why cannot we apply and come up with a thriller, without revenge as a theme?
The two central characters seem to be inspired from Silence of the Lambs. Here the story has been skewed which pits the teacher and understudy.
Anurag Kashyap, is a disgrace to Hannibal Lectern. Anurag depicts a crude villain. Not really sure why he would want to stoop to such levels. I never knew that he was capable of being so dumb.For die hard Anurag Kashyap fans like me, writing this way gives so much pain.
Nayanthara, god only knows how she darts around with those high heels. Not sure if the writing does any good to her character. She sizzles though, with her screen presence.
Surprisingly It is Atharva who gives a spirited performance, genuine and authentic.
Vijay Sethupathi, is so gifted, so natural and so imaginative, he brings so much happiness when he is around. And when I see the movie with my daughter, there is greater happiness when I see my daughter drooling over Vijay Sethupathi.
I just thought I might spend my hard earned money in a cinema hall. With such dishonest efforts, which takes the audience for granted, Amazon's and Netflix may be better ways to reduce the damage.
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