The literal translation of the title being 'I can't tell, I can't wait', one wonders...
not necessarily about anything in particular - one just wonders. A veteran of
these lingual porn flicks should know that the juicier the titles and posters,
the lesser likely it is that they will live up to their promises. But it is non-committal
titles like these that make one wonder (...).
Nirmala gets married to one Dr. Krishna. She's once seen her friend and her husband
(that girl's husband, please) make use of the license that marriage offers,
and she is all revved up to go.
Dr. Krishna is good-looking and quite competent in all he does - except in bed, that is. Nirmala gets depressed and even seeks satiation from her friend in desperation. Sadly, the all-male audience's lesbian kinks were not to be teased (read: "censored").
Drama follows with her going to her maternal home, Krishna following her there,
persuasions... the whole rigmarole. Many tears and stuff later, Krishna finally
goes to a doc and reveals how a fellow female student in medical school raped
him. Also, ragging leaves him, shall we say, shocked (for details, contact
any med student in a hostel). After some more blah blah, the doc advises them
on how to overcome the problem, and that's that.
Well, that's that, or have I already said that? Forgive any repetitions because
there's really nothing for me to say - nenu inka emi cheppalenu! There
is no sex, no comedy and no action - how can this go anywhere? Judging by the
crowds, if just the suggestion of sex results in such response, no wonder that
the porn industry is flourishing the way it is. I have nothing to analyze and
so I guess my work is done. Nenu velladaniki aagalenu - I couldn't wait
to get out of the theater!