Have you ever been so tortured by a movie that you involuntarily let out a scream of agony? Today I did. In the two hours I spent watching Gaalodu, I also experienced time dilation (minutes stretched into eternity), body dissociation, and a heightened desire for self-harm. I white-knuckled my way through the insane story, cussing at whoever thought it was a good idea to cast "Sudigaali" Sudhir, with an acting range of approximately one expression, as its lead.
Sudhir plays Raju, a village loafer who spends all his time and money on cigarettes, alcohol and gambling. One day Raju ....