Love Review

Looking at it as an optimist, this film seems to be mocking at all the major clichés Tollywood seems to be churning out these days. But factually, this film is just a pathetic continuation of those clichés. A clichéd title, a hackneyed plot, songs with the titles of recent blockbusters as their lyrics... how demented could these filmmakers get? The only redeeming factor for the film is that it has been made on such a small budget that it will probably recover its cost even through one day's screenings.

So what do we have here? Four good-for-nothing, idle young men, with Samba (Shivaji) leading the brat pack. They do all the stuff that such youth represent - loitering around in their 'sepot', eve-teasing, watching blue films, guzzling tons of beer etc. Such people, as usual, are glorified by our director.

Samba fantasizes about a television anchor Madhu (Manya), and falls in love with her. To show the positive effects of such love, we see our hero burning his Debonair magazine and reading 'Discovery Of India' instead for her. This infatuation also results in a couple of loud songs. When he happens to meet her in person, they become friends as they share the same feelings about India's future. He also undertakes a scheme a la janmabhoomi to impress her.

The rest of the film is about how he wins his love amidst some mindless melodrama and his 'enlightenment'. Some inane comedy, jarring screenplay and unconvincing performances add to the rut of the film. If you bitten by the Tholi Prema, Nuvve Kaavaali and Chirunavvuto bug and just want a similar theme, you'll be satisfied. But if you also want a similar presentation, it's like wanting to have the cake and eat it too.