Dear Mr.Dharani. This is coming from a genuine fan. I loved Dhool, I even liked Ghilli. But your latest offering has left me (and several others) feeling appalled.
I am a brave girl, I confess. Which is why even after the few million warning/why-do-you-want-to-play-with-your-life mesages that I had received, I decided that I had to see the movie Kuruvi.
Vijay, ofcourse, is continuing his experimentative streak. While he has donned the extremely challenging and varied roles of mechanic, car mechanic, bike mechanic, cycle mechanic etc in his previous movies, he has taken a u-turn and done something completely different. He is a delivery boy in the movie (Yes, you are allowed to gasp now).
The story which the director has tried to tell us, but failed miserably in his attempt to do so, revolves around a righteous son who goes to Malaysia to try and recover his missing father’s debt, but lands upon an illegal diamond racket (where his father is being trapped) instead.
It took me 2 days and 3 Saravana Bhavan Double strong coffees to figure this out.
Keeping with the title, Vijay does a lot of flying. He flies out of gutters (and still keeps dry), He flies from parapet walls/3rd floor sunshades (and lands on both feet), but the piece de resistance, is the time he flies across nearly 50 metres from a terrace onto a railway track and he gets in the train, without a scratch. And before you can choke on your popcorn and say WTF, he is escaping from a locked cage 100 feet into the river. Houdini has clearly met his match.
Moving on. There is Suman, the “Villain” in the movie. Comedian, more like. As if his Merv-Huges mustache wasn’t comic enough, his character’s name is “Gocha”. He is the kingpin of the illegal diamond smuggling racket and is aided by Ashish-I-never-get-sick-of-saying-the-same-lines-in-all-my-movies-Vidhyarthi, the local Politician-thug. He comes in and out of the movie, screams unneccessarily till his lungs (and our ears) get sore and occasionally spouts telugu wisdom while kicking random slave-miners.
Suman’s sister is played by Trisha. It should be noted that there is more chemistry in a commerce textbook than between the lead pair. Apparently she is the younger sister of a multi-billionaire but has never traveled by plane. However, the best scene to capture her incredible acting prowess would the one where Gocha proclaims that he has managed to kill “Kuruvi” ie, Vijay. She has the same amount of shock that one does when one learns that the nearby drug store is giving expired Crocin tablets at half price. Shattering indeed.
The pace of the movie is something that has to be written about. Everytime something remotely important/plot changing happens, which is by itself a rare occurence, a pointless song crops up. Like 2 minutes before the climax, when our hero goes out in search of the baddies, the scene cuts to the heroine ‘fantasizing’ and then comes the ‘mozhamozhannu yamma yamma’ (roughly translates to soft soft mommy mommy. Deep man, just deep.) song leaving the audience at the edge of their tempers/blood pressure limits.
The music in the movie is remarkably average. The rap song is just plain noise, the ‘pallanadhu’ song is annoying, ‘thaen’ is listenable but sounds strangely familiar, which leaves the hero’s intro song and ‘mozha..’ both which are below average. Nothing particularly memorable which is surprising considering Vidhyasagar usually gives good stuff.
In the end, Kuruvi is definetely is a movie that breaks barriers. Vijay did take absurdity to a new height with ATM, but this time he has outdone his previous efforts. So kindly do your sanity a favour and let it pass.