Director: Rakav Mirdath
Cast: M Arun Kumar, Sharanya Turadi, Vetri, Anupama Kumar
The first new film to drop on CV Kumar’s new pay-per-view app Regal Talkies (for a price of Rs 20) seems to have been retrieved from the recycle bin of a computer that was swallowed by a blue whale a decade after it was dumped as e-waste. It’s amateurish and absurd to the point where one doubts if it was ever meant for public eyes…or given the film’s plot, public noses.
It begins on a beach (the DI work on the film is such that you need sunglasses) Jeeva jogs to every morning to accidently-on-purpose run into a girl he spotted months ago (how does he already have her picture though?). But he’s not shallow like all our other heroes. No, it’s not about how beautiful this girl is (which she is). It’s just that he’s a smeller. One whiff of her scent carried by the already fragrant smell of the ECR winds and you have a love story that takes your breath away.
But Jeeva isn’t your average stalker either. He’s the kind of guy who talks to himself in public places attracting a lot of attention. I know what you’re thinking but no, it’s NOT because the makers cant think of a way to get us into the character’s mind. It’s just how he’s built, okay. Now what if I tell you that he’s also seeing visions of people and things that were never there?
I’m not judging, but it will take a shrink and a psychic to explain WTF is happening and even then, the film will remain difficult to comprehend. Pad that up with terrible acting, a lousy score and mild pedophilia parading as cute and you have one more film that shouldn’t have been inflicted on us during such a time. What more can you expect from a film that rhymes with Corona?