Nowhere are the triumphs of men's machismo more evident than on the silver screen. Right from the pan-munching, intrepid State Rowdy to the cotton-clad, butchery Narasimha Naidu
, stars are dogged on braving new baddies and breaking new grounds. At the moment, the latest break-through is a non-butchery (fortunately), macho 'n' hep (definitely by Tollywood standards) hero whose hobby is to yap - and preferably snap - at a baddie-turned-police-commissioner. Presenting Chantigadu, a k a Idiot (Ravi Teja).
Sye... Sara Sara Sye... comes in Idiot Chanti, togged up in jimjams, gleefully boogying all over the screen. And within the twinkling of an eye, all that glee turns gloom, as the local college goons kick the red-stuffing (that's blood, you twinkie!) out of him. It's Suchitra (Rakshita), daughter of the Commissioner of Police (Prakash Raj), to the rescue, and she gets him admitted to a hospital.
Subsequently she learns from the doctor that Chanti is in dire need of B+ blood. Oi Oi Savaloy! She belongs to the same blood group, and Chanti is given the kiss of life! The rationale? Answers to the usual address please, and the best one wins an official fullhyd.com cap.
As fate would have it, and according to the what-if-heroine-gives-the-kiss-of-life-to-hero section of the Tollywood manual, Chanti falls for Suchitra. The next time on whenever they meet, Chanti, in his vicky-verky Telangana accent, expresses his love saying IDIOT (I Do Ishq Only Tumse).
Suchitra accepts his proposal - but only after he succeeds in the quintessential will-you-die-for-me test. Then follows an entwined lace of smackeroos from Suchitra and smasheroos from the commissioner, her hopping-mad father. What remains to see is how Chanti wins his ladylove and, to conclude with, how he manages to become an IPS officer!
Now are you wondering why Idiot at all and why not Chantigadu? Here's why...
1. Nobody would sing "nee kallu peliponu" to his fiancée as a duet
2. No one in his right mind would slap his fiancée for willing to die for their love
3. Not a soul with whichever mind would dare to overtly call a police commissioner Osama Bin Laden!
Ravi Teja clearly emerges as the top dog for the movie (good thing or bad thing... you decide), for being able to perform as it should be - a character with machismo. The performances of Rakshita and Prakash Raj as Suchitra and the Commissioner respectively are apt, too. A special note of appreciation should go for music director Chakri for the excellent music. The lyrics have traces of raunchiness and clumsiness, though. This is must be yet another novel feather added to Poori Jagannath's directorial hat.
Idiot, with a weird sense of humor, will be likeable to a great extent if you can keep aside your reservations about the lead characters and some small holes in the plot. Besides, Chakri's first-rate music's hit the big time, materializing into a solid recommendation to watch the film. But Idiot definitely isn't your cup of tea if you are expecting cent percent classic comedy, because the humor has a touch of raucousness.