Heard that one mocking at illogical optimism? When a diehard optimist is shown a heap of dung, he starts digging in hope of finding a horse. Our Tollywood filmmakers seem to be doing exactly that. An original idea is rotten to dung by multiple attempts at plagiarism by other 'inspired' makers, and there are others who still dream of finding a horse in all that in the shape of a hit. What makes it even more pathetic is the mediocrity that is their key propeller.
So here we have four good-for-nothing vagabonds who feel that man is the greatest gift of God to mother earth and who revel in giving themselves an ego-boost by tormenting women, and how they are 'transformed' when all of them fall for the same girl (Meena), who, in an unconvincing performance, makes them realize how stupid they look doing all the crap.
Well, lust does move mountains, though here the more euphemistic term of love is used. But as the story progresses, these mountains actually turn out to be mere molehills when, in the end, the girl, who promises each guy that she will marry him, marries somebody else, resulting in a cinematic term called an 'anticlimax.' One wonders, whether such a hackneyed ending deserves such a hitchkcockian term.
The film is on the whole bearable, courtesy some fun-filled comedy and Prakash Raj's performance. Meena looks jaded and she ought to try out more powerful and original roles in the future. And she better reduce her girth. Prakash Raj, though stereotyped, is actually worth a watch.
If the heat is beating you out or if hilarity minus logic impresses you, or if you feel that Prakash Raj is the greatest actor since Brando, please do grace the AC theaters. Otherwise, watch the more original films like 'Premadesam'.