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Ekkadikelthondo Manasu looks like a movie made by someone who can successfully guess clichés and therefore thinks he’s figured it all out. And someone who thinks Telugu TV serials are slick. The only real skill showed by Vaddepalli Krishna, who did the story, screenplay, dialogues and direction for this movie, was in somehow landing a producer for himself. Actually, he didn’t do a great job of that, either – this one is made on such a low budget, not making it seems stupid.
Anyway, Vamsi (Sai Kiran, roly poly), an NRI doctor, comes from the US, and astounds all his extended family by showing that NRIs are normal people too, by eating, walking and sleeping just like everyone else. And after doing the off-the-shelf NRI acts like looking extremely well-mannered and humble, and mouthing dialogues about how there cannot be a better place than home, how he longs for homemade avakai, how he misses hanging out with friends at tea corners and how he can speak Telugu perfectly, he starts the next standard NRI thing – looking for brides.
He is soon besotted with Radha (Akshita), a traditional Telugu girl, who, by falling in love with him at first sight, shows that she really deserves to be in this film. But Radha is engaged to marry a philandering rogue Rajesh, who is interested more in the wealth her granddad has, even if that means he has to live with her acting skills for the rest of his life. She also has an evil stepmother who really wants this marriage to happen.
If we remember right, they marry in the end, and nothing much happens in between. Sai Kiran is all chubby, and says he is from Chi-Cago (pronounced chee-kaa-go). He must be, if he says it with so much conviction. It’s probably even on the map somewhere. Akshita can smile, and it’s good she sticks to it. Ranganath is the only saving grace. The songs and choreography have also probably been handled by the director himself, in his spare time.
On the whole, a movie for those times when you want an entire theater to yourself.