Review: Ayyare! What a waste!
Hyderabad: First: this is no biopic. Much less of a recent controversial Swamiji caught with pants (read robes) down. The film thus is robbed of its one possible point of interest. The visual semblance is all that you have and it does not take long that the script is not based on the doings of a popular God- man.
In fact till the Godman makes his post interval appearance he is hardly part of the story and thereafter, his character moves in such predictable manner that an amateur could have well done it for the annual school day!!
The tale in fact involves a no gooder Venkateshu (Shivaji) who has this ideal girl in his mind and hopes to find her some day. He has no waiting to do. Certainly not the audience. In walks an absolutely unimpressive rich girl Anjali (Anisha Singh) and the love story is on.
He cons her to believe that he is a guy with great social responsibility and not surprisingly, from the stance of the script more than a modicum of logic she falls for each layer of his lies. Even the budding romance is so lacking in credibility that you wonder if they have something up their sleeve.
Even as you realise they have nothing up their sleeve or in their heads, the romance has come a full circle of denials, refusals and acceptance. Anjali's rich and loud dad blows hot and cold.
In one moment he agrees for the marriage and in the next calls it off and has his daughter detained for the next match making opportunity. Meanwhile Venkateshu runs into this guy at the bar who has his own woes for baggage.
Prasad (Rajendra Pasad) is a security man at an ATM, singing songs for his daughter who raises questions of death because she overheard a nurse declare that the moppet is on his way up.
Papa does not have the money for the cure of his dying daughter (no Arogya sri) and thus decides to put his savings on a trip to Dubai or Muscat or wherever, money is growing on trees.
Cheated by the local broker, he lands up in an unnamed railway station where a hookah smoking Sadhu breathes his last. Prasad inspired by RK Narayan plays the Swamiji to raise funds for ailing daughter as the local people go berserk with belief that the Messiah has arrived.
Unfortunately there is this police officer who knows it all, has video graphed enough for black mail. He thus uses the Swami to make money and also gets his son as a replacement suitor for Anjali.
Now the good and the bad have their lines divided and the climax is as predictable as the Indians fate in Australia.There is simply nothing to recommend in the film and just too much to list against it. Rajendra Prasad looks haggard. More than VVS Laxman he is required to take the call.
Unless he is hidden in the guise of the Swami, he looks pathetic, in a wig that is so ill suited that it would have chosen if given a choice any other head. Save yourself of clich's told mechanically, duck against a director who thinks that anything sells.
News Posted: 22 January, 2012
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