A real plague, i.e. I wanted to say plague! The alarmingly bellicose music, the flaming letters of the name, the formidable order to “catch and bring” and the running legs clearly belonging to the perpetrator of the “celebration” – everything, literally everything, indicated that I began watching another Teluga Masala militant.
I turned off my brain (I’m sure it’s a necessary condition for watching militants, especially South Indian ones) and waited for the hero to crush the pursuers into small cabbage. However, he only swung through the ravine (the brain carefully blocked an involuntary attempt to estimate the width of the ravine and the length of the flight) and continued running. After a few more “flights”, the phrase stuck in my head: “He flew away, but he promised to return, dear, dear Carlson!” and a smile began to creep down my face.
Remember, the well-known: "The old woman had three sons: the eldest intelligent was a child, the middle was so, and so, and the youngest was a fool at all." Our hero Chinn, the very third option, not that stupid, but to pretend can be easy, he is a first-class liar, and before you start the impact of fists and prickly-cutting objects (do not doubt, it is for him once to spit), he masterfully dusts the brains of everyone and everyone. He is not evil, so why should people be crippled when you can have fun and talk to the point of losing sanity?
I confess that a tender attachment to Chand has been living in me since I even learned what South Indian cinema is and there is such a thing. In the same film, he is absolutely charming. This innocence in the eyes (when he fools someone), it is his “plague” with a characteristic grin, a formidable glance in a split second replaced by a cunning smile, intonation during an extremely entertaining search for a key, etc. All this is joy and delight for the eyes, ears and other parts of my body.
I will not say anything about the actress, since she is not bad but, from changing the places of the terms, the amount does not change, in her place there could be another and it would not be worse from this.
A delightful addition to Gopichand in the lead role was that the film is riddled with comic situations and jokes that, for the most part, are really funny in the theme. In general, the film seemed to me pleasantly self-ironic and unobtrusively parodying the stylistics of the very genre of commercial masala (although perhaps I only wishful thinking).
The songs in the film are quite independent, that is, they are well listened to without a film and took root in my playlist, clips and choreography are digestible and watchable.
A film from the category "relax and have fun": does not strain the brain, entertains, pleases and causes a refreshing and invigorating attack of fun!
10 out of 10