Go to a theater screening Ayya 15 minutes late, and you would not have missed anything.
Go a half-hour late, and you would not have missed anything.
Go an hour late, and you would not have missed anything.
Go 2 hours late, and you would not have missed anything.
Go 3 hours late, and… ah, you get the point.
Ayya is a pot-pourri of every masala idea you have known. The story has everything. And too much of everything. Subhash Chandra Bose (Arjun), a teacher-turned-goon, runs an orphanage. His mother (Sujatha) has disowned him, but he yet yearns for her blessings, love and all the other sweetness that a filmy mother has on offer, all histronics and dramatics in tow.
He fights against rowdy-sheeters, incurring the wrath of Siva Sankara Prasad (Prakash Raj), ACP. However, he has the support of the poor and the needy, and the inmates of the orphanage, like Subbu (Manivannan) and Ayomayam (Vadivelu). I could go on, but then that would be implying that there is a story, which is more debatable than North Korea's Nuclear Programme. There is, of course, the Big Villian, in the form of Pradeep Rawat, though he looks like he wandered into the movie by mistake.
Ayya could be summed up as a biography of Arjun's movies. A decent scene here and there, yet nothing coherent stringing them through to the end. He seems to be the only guy with a social conscience, attacking all societal issues - corrupt educational officers, teachers who turn out to be perverts, and many more. If it seems far-fetched that a small village/town teacher can get his hair streaked, go around in the trendiest jeans, wear cool shades and use fancy mobiles, you're thinking and all.
Did anyone say we forgot to mention the heroine? We did not see any. Or was it the girl who mouthed more romantic dialogues to Vadivelu than to Arjun? Anyway, we were too busy trying to poke the guy seated next to us out of his snoring.
Ayya is strictly for diehard fanatics of Arjun. He is really neat in terms of dressing, considering the neon-colored dress-code of most South Indian actors. He has a great physique, good hair and even a neat hair-stylist. Surprisingly, there is not much dishum-dishum, but what comes your way is merely enough. Yet, the way he emerges from a buried coffin could send back the living to the grave. With a bullet in his stomach, he comes out of the buried coffin, gets it removed and then jumps into a song. Hurray Tollywood. Hoorah Kollywood. This is enough to turn in our graves.
Go ahead and watch this one if you have nothing to do. We realised that there were at least 100 people in the city like us having nothing to do on a Sunday morning. Bless these souls.