5 DAYS ALONE

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As you simplify yourself, the laws of the universe will become simpler-Henry David Thoreau

Having spent the whole year in front of the computer in the office, I sensed that my soul or a certain filament sprung from its consciousness which used to be so full of life and activity, is now on its death bed. Regions of my inner world that I used to explore so often, have turned barren and life less. But it's not before I found the medicine did I recognize that I have a disease. I took an annual break from the office and traveled to my hometown Amalapuram, just to see my family. And there, after being forced to cut off from my role as a member of the society temporarily (AIRCEL 3G service is not there in my village. So I have to spend a lot of time without browsing internet in my I phone), did it occurred to my senses that a part of myself which I left back there in my hometown  has become a stranger to myself. As I walked through the garden where I used to sit and write my poems and songs, where I used to sit and ponder over the mysteries and meaning of life, where I used to have my morning coffee brooding over thoughts that teased me, I felt like a soldier who has returned from war and saw his son grown up but his son being not very eager to come and hug him.  That "me" which I so loved and disliked to depart from, ceased to be me.

What defines a man? Is it what he is when he is alone? Or how he behaves with society?
I tried to remind myself what I am when I am alone. Having been cut off from the internet and the city where I have spent a year wading through the rubbish the stupids of the world spoke, where I helplessly had to nod my head to lines these morons recite so excitingly, where I am robbed of my time even to chuckle at how stubbornly dumb the people of today's world are, I plunged into solitude like an athletic swimmer eager for his medal.

 As I flipped through each page of my mind, the society around me faded away and reality has extended her arms calling me to her embrace. Its then that my ears could hear the sounds the frogs are making and my eyes are opened to watch the leisureness with which the cats are walking around.

 There is an astonishing calm, a surprising soothing power and a pungent unorthodoxy in the stimuli that the wilderness of nature provide to a man attentive enough to hear what she has to say. Do we ever feel our consciousness more intensely when we are acting as a member of society than when we identify ourselves at the feet of nature, paying attention to what she is revealing? What can the sound a coconut flower makes falling to the ground has to do with who you are?  How can you know that without bending over, picking it up and marvel at the little wonder it represents? A filament of the universal consciousness, falling back to the ground having had its time. Does death sound like a tragedy to you then?

The garden lizard chasing an insect and eating it mercilessly, has to say what nature expects you to understand. That you should zoom out, far away into the stars, so that you can see the wide horizon over which all this makes sense. Or that this might be one of the illusions you are tempted to believe to be true, in your futile attempts trying to draw a circle on the ground to fit this earth. Why should we get drawn away by the interpretations when nature has its own crude and its own way of expression? Are you and me just filaments of the collective consciousness that popped up into reality to witness itself? Why should we call the Fire or the Sun as Gods when they are just a part of him? Why build temples to what you cannot see when you can get the divine revelation on the lap of the mother nature? Why would you chase God when he talks to you through a mustard seed sprouting out of the ground?

To plant yourself among men and to count yourself to be nothing more than a constituent of this world is to do yourself the greatest harm.

When man runs into society, into things that influence him, into things that make it look obvious to adapt, into things that turn his sight from his soul to outside happenings, first the petals of his soul are torn off. When he sacrifices his drive to the norms of the society, when his reality becomes the collective or dominant opinion of the society, when his will is not a bud that protrudes from his inside but rather a colored pot that follows the design of his fellows, it is too hard to imagine even a slice of his soul alive enough to hold one last breath. He is himself no more. He no longer knows what he wants, he no longer carries the question. He can no longer look into light. He runs from shadow to shadow.

It is important for us to return to our inner wilderness, our original weirdness, our natural drives. Not that we should be monsters in the society, but that we shouldn't be machines in the world. Is it a wonder that you are no longer interested in yourself? No. because you are running away from yourself. You are squeezing the very neck of your calling. You are torn off by your own greed. You are annihilated by your own vain attempts at imitating others. You assasinated yourself.

Return to yourself. And its possible only through solitude.

Having refreshed myself, I am ready for another year of fight in this world, this time without running away from myself. I mastered the art of embracing myself. Why would I need a friend?

MAN OF STEEL REVIEW

We all expected  it rightly. Yes. There is the influence of Christopher Nolan's BATMAN trilogy on this movie. This installment is the darkest Superman film so far. This super hero is engraved as a troubled soul who is made to believe(along with the audience) that the world is not yet ready for him. And then its all about how he comes to terms with the nature of humans and his soul searching.

The beginning of the film is elaborate, exploring Krypton and explaining how the alien child landed on earth and what he is expected to do here on earth. The Krypton part is well imagined and portrayed. Zack Snyder, who became obsessed with creating wildly creative and dreamily realistic time and space in his "Sucker Punch" took care here that its not all about the astonishing bewilderment that the visuals generate but about the proceedings that the audience could relate to. After the child lands on earth, the film cleverly chooses a jumbled screenplay that allowed the film to take its own time to explain what it got to. Because they chose to explain not how he became Superman but about why he remained a man.

This film follows the trend of the new age superhero movies that believe the "MAN" inside the superhero is who drives the alter ego. Batman and Iron man managed to mix the genre thrills with the core-human aspect. The batman trilogy dared to get as dark as it can get, to portray what "Being a batman" is. Being a batman, he has the limitations of a human, he has to deal with villains who have extremist evil ways but are humans at the end of the day. That allowed the three films to let their action episodes take place in a visually comprehensible time and space continuum. As per that template, "Being a superman" begs for a larger world, villains with superpowers, and spectacular visual effects that need to be complex enough to convince you that beyond a point you dont need to follow the action exactly as you are not expected to. Anyways, they are way faster and smarter than we can observe. Thats why when special effects throw away the people from the screen, you dont complain much. But for how long? What about the little Superman-pleasures?

While I was watching the film, I had a small question lingering in my mind. When Superman doesn't enjoy being himself, how can we like him? I dont mean that the character is not fully developed but my question is "Is it too much if we ask for a little humour?" Henry Cavill is always with stiff lips and serious expressions. I personally, expected at least some romance between Superman and Lois Lane. If you were to remind me of their smooch, for your information, I wouldn't call that romance.

Well.This film has all the ingredients it got to have. Spectacular action episodes(though slightly prolonged), music that upholds the hype of the visual, fine performances, and averagely written dialogue.

As a final say, this is not on par with "THE DARK KNIGHT" but entertaining in its own way. I enjoyed it.

DEATH AND ITS REVELATIONS

The most certain thing in this world is death. And the most uncertain is life.- Swaroop

Two days back, I received a call from my home that my Granny is struggling with life and the doctors are not giving any assurance. She is around 90 years old, and now a days where crossing 70s has become quite a miracle for a man, her death cannot be termed as untimely. I didn't even switch off the TV and am certain that she would recover, as it happened many times to her. In the next five minutes I got another call that she has passed away.My mother was crying over the phone and strangely I could sense a gloom surrounding me. As far as I know, I am the psychologically strongest person I ever know. Ever since I have decided to prefer looking at things from a pure logical perspective to an emotionally attached manner, I have found death and life quite alike in the manner they amuse me. Infact death is a bigger joke than life. I have read a story somewhere where a son asks father whether he would cry if he dies, the father replies "Death is a liberation. Why cry?" I cant argue against that statement, not because I am a pessimist but because I believe that death is what makes life complete. Having such an ideology, I found it strange finding myself being stricken with grief over the news of death of an old woman. My mind began to ponder over the innumerable questions popping up. We all know that death is certain. But why do we term it as a tragedy?

Imagine that a doctor has told you that you have cancer. That very second, the whole world surrounding you begins to look different. Your definitions of life and happiness will change, the way you talk and treat will change, the way you enjoy things change. The way you enjoy life will undergo a complete reformation. We all enjoy the luxury of not knowing when we die, and thats what makes us free from the fear of death. Lets say, you know the date of your death. Even if it is 120 years away from today, you cant help but begin to count days. Even if you drink a glass of water, you will begin to enjoy every drop of it, as you feel that you cannot drink even a single drop once your life ends. But in our every day life, we do never value the little pleasures of life as we take them for granted. We unconsciously think that we live forever, and are blinded to the pleasures that accompany by "savoring" each minute of life.  So what is it that has made your glass of water enjoyable? Is it your life that you assume as unending or the death that makes you value the little things of life? That is the reason I say death is what makes life complete. Death is the boon that we all are given to enjoy the greater boon of life. because only when death comes into picture, you begin to value your life. The fact that it has an end, creates the inevitable feelings associated with it.

While there are people who are on bed for years, longing to die but cannot, people who are struggling with their health but couldn't eat a single piece of idli, people who are going through pain each and every second of their life, for whom even watching the sun set is a luxury, we normal people in our everyday life are passing hundreds of sunsets without realizing the beauty of it, eating quintals of food, without the awareness of what a blessing it is, spending days and years of life without acknowledging the value of it. Because we look at death like a distant stranger always far away. But the truth is that death sits right beside you every second of your life. Death travels on every vehicle on the road, death is dancing on every top floor, in every electric device, in every chemical and in every atom of the universe. Such delicate is life. The fragile web of happiness surrounds you, and you dont kow when it collapses. "Life is short" is a statement often heard. but no. Life is long. Death is short. it would not give you the time to rewind all the pleasant moments of your life before passing away. It would come simply like a whirlwind.

Living long enough doesnt make it a good life. You would not be there after you die to count how many years you have lived. Once you die its all the same whether you have lived for 10 days or 100 years. The people you leave behind , may inherit your wealth or curse you for the sebts you have passed to them but they are of no meaning to you because that "you" caeses to exist once your chapter completes. What difference does it make to you? You wont be there to see or feel it. Its unimaginable to imagine that you dont exist. The world after you or the world before you fade into utter insignificance in the light of the fact that its only the present that is in your control, atleast partially.

Now I am understanding the gloom surrounding me. Death is inevitable for everyone. It is something you cant escape, whatever you do. Thats why we all can relate to it. Let me savor each moment of my life. Let me enjoy every glass of water, every drop of dew, every word I hear, every place I visit. The world has nothing in it to be termed as beautiful. But "it all can vanish and never return" is what makes you look at it with reverence.

Enjoy each moment to its fullest. Life is temporary

--Swaroop

Viswaroopam review

The mind set of terrorists has even today remained a puzzle for most of the part. Because they never volunteer to psychoanalysis, to study and analyse their way of thoughts and ideology is a task yet to be achieved. Though we don't understand them, we have to bear them. To say that terrorism is a global problem is quite an understatement. An issue that has been redrawing global relationships and influencing things ranging from political ideologies to peace of mind. It is very easy to make a terrorist a villain in a movie, but its quite difficult to develop the character. "Dont they feel a pinch pity, for the people they murder mercilessly? Do they really believe that Allah will reward them for killing innocents?" are the kind of unanswered questions that make the common man confused and angry. When I heard that Kamal Haasan is making a film about terrorism, I am more than eager to witness in which light is he showing them. Because so far in Indian cinema, terrorists are portrayed as nothing more than blood lusty goondas and sometimes even like psychopaths. It is important to relise that terrorists are not psychopaths. They are very sane, but are convicted by a belief system that mekes them think that what they do is for the good of the world and God. In their perspective, they are the fighters for a greater good. Kamal haasan seems to have understood this basic point very clearly.

Viswaroopam is a technically brilliant and conceptually sensible film made by a man who understands what he is saying and who knows the depth of the characters he is portraying. But it cant help itself pull out of its imperfections. The film takes you to Afghanistan, introduces you to hard core Jihadis, takes you inside their homes, and lets you listen to their family conversations. The film starts with Kamal entering the bloodshed world of terror as a new Jihadi. It very much triggers our curiosity to know about the kind of life they lead, and the film doesnt disappoint you there. As the film progresses, it shows Kamal slowly getting deeper into the world of Jihad, but you never really believe that he is really into the ideology of it. When Kamal says to the head of the Talibans "Jihadis like us should shed blood, not tears", he says it with such a blank face that it makes you wonder what he has inside his head. And eventually, it turns out that Kamal is not a terrorist, but a soldier undercover sent to Afghan as a wolf among sheep. This is the major twist in the story and the same is the pitfall. Why?

Because our curiosity to listen to how a Jihadi supports his ideology and how he justifies the blood he sheds and how he convinces his conscience is half satisfied. The way the terrorists are portrayed as people having normal emotions but are misled by some blind religious intolerance, doesnt allow this film to be a basic Good vs evil flick. Eventually, it should turn out to be an intelligent discussion dealt with sensibility. As the realistic depiction of the characters hints the film's belief in the fact that "Good and Bad is a matter of perspective", the ride should be fuelled by the clash of ideologies. But here the ideologies and the opinions of the main cast never enter the front stage. The problems and tragedies of terrorism are widely well known to people. And when a film makes terrorism as its subject, it makes an adrenaline rushing edge of the seat taking an inevitable ingredient. That requires a racy screenplay, emotionally captivating character conversations. The film falters with this.

In Christopher Nolan's "Batman Begins", when Bruce Wayne disagrees to execute punishment, the conflict of opinion between Bruce Wayne and Ras Al Ghul( a terrorist leader) creates an interesting watch and that gave the film an emotional content that we can relate to. Viswaroopam's sole and biggest mistake is the lack of that. Kamal's research is evident from the way the Afghan village is recreated and the family scenes are shot, but the conflict of opinions never materialised. The terrorists do their work, and the police do theirs. To compromise that this film is merely a thriller but not a penetration into emotions, the obvious question would be to ask why much time is spent in Afghan. The film's confusion of its genre is  the major drawback. The fil tries to evoke sympathy towards the terror striken Afghan but is partially successful. It tries to twist your nerves with thrill, but lags far behind 'interesting'

That being said, this is not a bad film. This is a good attempt by a rare talent but a little more care would have done wonders.

Bottom line:- Watching once doesnt make a heavy loss

DAMARUKAM REVIEW

My friends who follow my reviews in my blog always have a compliant against me. They say that I watch movies in a hollywood hangover, and hence I do not appreciate any telugu film. "You can't compare every movie with GODFATHER and DARK KNIGHT. "  they say. So the point is that I have to review a telugu film, within the standards of this industry. Let's try.

Andhakasura is the lone survivor from the clan of Rakshasas, who is burning with vengeance towards the 'Devathas" who made them extinct. He is waiting for an opportune moment to come back and gain control over the "Pancha bhootas". Anushka is the child who is born with the blessings of Parvathi devi, but the astrologers foresee a potential danger from evil forces to her in future. Nagarjuna is the chosen one who is born to save the world. He is a born devotee of Lord Shiva but turns a cold hater afterwards when his family is brutally killed by a monster and he doesnt see Shiva to come to the rescue. As the time is ripe for Andhaka's end, Shiva manifests in human form and comes to live with Nagarjuna. I wont spoil the fun for you if you want to watch the movie. The rest of the movie is about the game between Andhaka and Shiva but through Nagarjuna.

The above story sounds fascinating enough to transport you into a world of fantasy and wild imagination, and also provides a strong platform for the director to carve out solid and connecting characterisations and delve deeper into philosophical zones. This is more than an opportunity. A devotee turning into a hater and the God coming down to help him are themselves the points that can be a subject for an emotional experience. But sadly they are left unexplored. In the begining of the movie, when the voiceover and visuals show the end of the Rakshasa era, we identify the point behind the villan's burning longing for vengeance. But that is not taken to the next level, as we never get to see what he wants to do by gaining control over the five forces of nature. He just looks like another character who has his own set of plans.

The major flaw is the screenplay. After the tone of the story is set and we all are ready for thrills, the director throws comedy tracks at us, that do nothing better than watering down the pace. There the film had its first speed breaker. And then it struggles a lot to pick up again. Nagarjuna's  smiles, dialogues and fights ooze their magic, but that works only when backed by a  tighter screenplay. He is made doing the same thing many times that has made the editor's work harder. Till the interval block, the emphasis is on the bonds formed between Nagarjuna Anushka and Prakash Raj. Among these, Nagarjuna and Prakash raj's track tempts you to expect that their contrasting views on God and his purpose will provide a sub plot, but will disappoint you. We all know that at some point, Nagarjuna will realise that the person behind his family's tragic death is not Shiva. But that realisation is placed at the climax, and it comes as a part of a song. This is just a plot device to lead Nagarjuna to the climax fight but doesnt have the required philosophical depth it required. You may argue with me that this kind of fantasy flicks do not need to show spiritual realisations, but by merely knowing that Andhaka is the person who killed his family cannot turn Nagarjuna into a devotee. It is enough to turn him against the villan. But to re-turn Nagarjuna towards Shiva, a bigger answer is necessary that explains why all this family tragedy and his turning away from Shiva helped the bigger scheme of things, and how they all fit into an essential and purposeful destiny. Thats why when Shiva heals the hero's sister, you dont feel anything and will wonder why he didnt do that till then. Ofcourse that would have made this into a great film but those  untouched doesnt leave this as a bad film either. The only disappointment is that in stead of wasting a lot of time on useless comedy tracks, the film should have bent towards this.

"Dear Swaroop, This is just a popcorn movie. You are complaining too much" may be your answer. But if you come out of the theatre feeling that something is missing, this is it.

And the computer graphics. Much has been said about them, but they are just okay. Especially the climax fight reminds you of video games. When Jeeva says to Andhakasura "You won the first level" you wish there were Vithalacharya kind of obstacles in hero's way to the villan so that it could be fun watch him rise and fall through his way. But you are too much of a customer. The climax is all about a fight and head slicing. Thats it.

And Nagarjuna is fabulous. His perfect body, his smiles, dialogues, walking style, his chemistry with Anushka are top notch. You can watch this just for him.

CAMERAMAN GANGA THO RAMBABU REVIEW

Let me clear you something first. If you think that this film is about media and its role in society, you are wrong. Or you may hav thought that this film is about some Ganga and Rambabu. Nope. You cannot see much of Ganga in this film and you don;t bother about it. (Lets come to that later). This film is all about Pawan Kalyan and Pawan Kalyan.
Rambabu is a macho guy, who doesn't bother even to travel places to beat people who are unlucky enough to get their names on TV and newspapers for wrong doing. Wait...He stops you somewhere by the road and ask you what you do for a living. If you say "Nothing....chaltaa", boy you are done. He will beat you to pulp. Of all the super human abilities he has, the greatest one is to bear "Over acting". Thats why when Tamanna overacts all through this film, he silently bears and even smiles but never complains. Wish we all had that patience. Now to the story. After coming to know what a gutsy man Rambabu is, a channel offers him job. And there too he does the same. This time instead of beating normal brats, he beats politicians, Ex-CM etc. He rises to a star status in the state, because when the police are too lazy to arrest a murderer politician, he does it( The police's excuse is that they are not daring enough to do it). And as part of the script the politician should plan Rambabu's murder and he obeys. Yes he is the villan. While the first half of the film is proceeding, you want to give pawan Kalyan an idea. If he so much likes to use his punch power and karate skills, it would be better if he can join the police. The police in this film seem to be dying waiting for such a gutsy hero. What is the use of mike in his hand and camera behind him, when he wants to beat the evil out of everyone? There are very few scenes in this film where his brain functions like that of a journalist. Rambabu doesn't have a journalist inside him. He is the typical telugu cinema hero, who just cannot see injustice going on infront of him. Again to the story, he gets fired from the channel for being too aggressive. And then we come to see a stupid and brain less villan. Prakash Raj is such a headless chicken that when he murders his dad, he does it as if he is scratching his back. It gets recorded by his driver. And he takes the most foolish decisions at the most crucial situations in his life. Ex:- Murdering a journalist in a democratic country like India and expecting that the journalists would fear him thereafter. Ha ha ha.....Puri Jagannath seems to be obsessed with gangster flicks that he ripped off a gangster villan and placed him in a politician seat. Too illogical. The rest of the story is about how Rababu stopped this Satan from becoming the CM.
The only scene where Rambabu seems to have achieved something through media is the scene where he confronts Prakash Raj about "Telugu Udyamam" Its good. He talks sense there. And it worked actually. This is one of the few scenes where the wits of Puri set the fire on screen. but to come to such a point, Puri spends too much time dragging and its almost one and half hour by then. Too much pressure has been on Pawan Kalyan to make this film impressive. His star power comes to save at lots of places but it is brightly evident. As the film nears the climax, the entire point of media takes a back seat and Pawan Kalyan's ideology is highlighted. This scene would make his fans go crazy. Much has been done in this movie targetting his fans. Even the CM says that he is Rambabu's fan, and its all whistles in the theatre. A lot of cinematic liberties are taken all through the movie that we wish it had a tighter screenplay to make them invisible. Puri Jagannath seems to have forgotten the word screenplay long back.

The climax is well done. Its where Puri gives a kick to all Pawan devotees. Pawan Kalyan has never before been glorified like this on screen. I liked Gabbar Singh because it is a film which considers its only business is to reveal, mystify, glorify and squeeze the image of Pawan Kalyan. The charismatic character that is created in that film can get away doing anything because we allow him to do anything to entertain us. Thats why even if he treats his policemen as slaves, we laughed but never complained.  This is primarily because the film doesn't intend to take itself too serious. But "Rambabu" is not like that. It comes up with some social message but neglects its own loop holes in the plot. It takes itself serious, and then we obviously ask logical questions. This film claims that itself is not a song dance routine, but it does discuss serious problems in the society. Then why the characters are far from reality? Why a cardboard villan? Why mockery of itself? 

And then about Pawan Kalyan. If there is an actor in this industry who has the most genuine and the most cut throat following, its undeniably Pawan Kalyan. He is the best of all when it comes to oozing charm all over. He rocks the screen with his bare presence, talks fire, fights the hell and appears sincere in whatever he does. Its solely for him that you can watch it once.

Rambabu doesnt discuss about media and its role, it doesnt mess with intelligent questions, Its not a shankar's kind of film that discusses contemporary problems. The issues that it addresses are vague. The message it delivers is simple. Repair yourself. The country gets repaired. The film is a show of Pawan Kalyan's offscreen persona. You will not feel sorry for watching it, but you dont miss anything if you miss this.  A tighter screenplay and an intelligent characterisation would have made this a good watch. Pawanists may like it due to glorification of their hero's image and his speeches. But if you expect something sensible and engaging, its your wish if you want to watch it.

As a final say, its FANS THO PAWAN KALYAN

PS:- As a Pawan fan, I enjoyed watching him talking, walking, dancing and fighting. But the reason I am disappointed is that there is nothing more than that. Puri is the culprit. I am interested to see how general audience and critics would respond to this film. Lets wait!!!!!!

PS 2:- Shame on Manisharma. The background score is directly lifted from THe Dark Knight Rises.

BROTHERS REVIEW (MATRRANN)

K.V.Anand's films always hold a surprise somewhere. In every movie of his (Veedokkade, Rangam, Brothers), there would be some character that misleads you into believing that it is good. In Veedokkade, its the hero's friend, in Rangam, its the CM guy, and here its the Russian lady. (She makes you think she is the potential villan, but turns out to be a do-gooder) . And this time, the film is misleading as well. When you are told that a film is about conjoined twins, you expect the story revolving around their emotions or atleast to throw light into their inner selves. But what you get is a scientific thriller. I am not disappointed with it, but to say.

Sachin Khedekar plays a scientist whose experiment to create a superhuman misfires into conjoined twins(The heroes ofcourse). He struggles to get recognition as a successful genetic Engineer, but ends up as a businessman, whose product "Energion" claims to bring instant growth in children. His product becomes a big success and everyone is happy along with the twins. His two sons, though twins have nothing in common except looks. One is a shy introvert and decent guy, while the other is a fun freak. (We agree that it is the norm that the twins should be radically different otherwise there is no point of a double role!). okay, so they love the same girl, and because they love each other too, one of them should sacrifice. And then the story takes some interesting twists and turns. Something is wrong with Energion. It is revealed in the first half itself that Sachin Khadekar is the culprit and he knows that his product could erase an entire generation. If there is something else to be revealed that could thrill us or shock us, this movie could have become a very good film to watch. But thats the end of the game, and the end of life for one of the twins. The dead guy knows everything, tells us everything and passes away, leaving the rest of the screenplay to get restricted to a semi-boring second half.

For a film that aims to be an entertaining scientific thriller without so much of visual thrills, it is bound to depend on a screenplay packaged with twists and turns that are unexpected. It should hold your interest till the end, and you should be bothered with a lot of questions and you should enjoy being bothered. But what mistake the film does is that it reveals the most riveting twist in the first half itself, crippling the screenplay in the second half. For a film to emotionally connect with the audience, it should have fully developed characters. The behavioral traits of the twins are shown but the characters are poorly explored. This is a film where a havoc is caused by one man, just because of his pure love of science and disregard to human emotions. it obviously is visible that the character of villan is as much important as the hero. But where do we see what his thoughts are about? Where do we see him taking a vow to kick the world's ass for ignoring him? In the climax, he bursts out that no one cared for him as long as he tried to get a break as a scientist, and thats why he turned the society around him as his research lab. Good. But merely by uttering those words he cannot make us feel sympathetic towards him or gnash our teeth against him. Because we do not get a chance to travel along with him, to see him fall and rise. Remember the "Doc Oc" in Spiderman 2? We get to see how he started with a noble cause, how and why he lost control and how he turned a monster. That made him the most menacing villan, and hence endeared spidey to us. For a plotline that depends on the villan as much on the hero, its a blunder that villan's character is left unexplored. In that case the havoc he causes, should provide the visual thrills for us to get engaged. But that too doesnt happen as it is a medical scam. Even the unveiling of the mystery didnt help, as the plot ran out of surprises post the interval. Thats why whatever is revealed in the second half , fails to connect with the audience. The shock factor missing in the second half, worsens it further.

The reason I took much space to point out what the film lacks, is because I liked to like it. It is a potentially entertaining film, that missed the target due to simple mistakes. Picking up a line like this for a film is a commendable attempt. But the execution is where it has gone wrong. The film has that endearing factor that makes us overlook all the cinematic liberties it takes, but the faulty screenplay irritates you and makes you turn towards them. This is not a bad film. We cannot miss to mention the technical finese with which K.V. makes his films. The way he mixes entertainment with out of the box story lines is remarkable. But when a movie fails, its obvious that we talk more about why it failed than about whats good in it. Isn't it?

As a final say, it doesnt make you regret watching it.
PS 2:- Surya's previous flick "7th Sense" made me think twice before deciding to watch this movie. "7th Sense" is such a crap that it made me laugh at all its serious moments and cry at all its jokes. Compared to that disaster, this is way better.