Much like a Jenga tower, Mogudu commands your admiration at the balance that its director achieves despite the asymmetry and the threat of a fatal collapse. And much like a Jenga tower, it crash-lands oh-so-painfully, in the way that only makes you go "Ah, I thought so."
What could have been a graceful, heart-warming treatise on the beauty of the institution of marriage turns out to be a disappointing, unfulfilling anecdote of a newly-wedded husband and a wife dealing with an unpleasant family fracas.
This could at least have been like one of those Srikanth/Ramyak....