Thunder, lightening, corny graphics, a couple of rubber cobras, and I invoke
God's wrath by being this judgmental about the most seedy movie ever made in tinseltown.
It's havoc all the way as Gramadevata tries to spook the spots out of our eyes
by showcasing all the stuff that Kali movies are all about.
Normally Kali gets my vote for being the best goddess, the one who can kick backsides with an attitude that would make Stallone look like Salman sans the steroids. But in this movie all you see Her doing is morph in and out of a stone idol and opening and closing Her eyes like She's been drugged. Boo, go away; show us the trishul-throwing and foot-stomping goddess we all love so much.
Vijay (?) is a doctor-uu from the States-uu who decides to go open a hospital in his palletoor-uu. During the course of his philanthropic activities, he comes across Kaveri, the temple priest's young daughter, who is a great bhakturaalu of Kali. A couple of miracles later, we are introduced to the main fly in the ointment - a sorcerer guy called... er, I was concentrating on all those skeleton rings on his finger...
Anyway, he wants to gain immortality, and for that he needs to sacrifice a young maiden - and who else but dear old Kaveri? What happens is anyone's guess - the sorcerer kills the guy Kaveri was supposed to wed by making a twister called Scotty beam him up.
Now it's all up to the Ammoru to save all Her bhaktas from imminent doom. It's a multimedia exhibition all the way from there, as the director unleashes his evil graphical genius on us unsuspecting cows. An Adobe trishul meets and destroys a Photoshop fire circle halfway across a chroma blue screen. Man, it's hitech warfare in the lands of the lords.
That's all that happens in the movie. When the sorcerer is not trying to unleash evil into the world with his cronies, he's dancing and singing with them. And the cronies seem to have a penchant for wearing long maternity dresses with skulls across them. BRRRR, scary man, you got me getting the shivers. Even the only 1 year old in the theater wasn't impressed by that one.
Well, we weren't fooled by this gag called Gramadevata, and if you were, then
you must be, in the words of one famous local philoshpher, 'God's prefered child'.
Amen to that.