Two is company but three is a crowd. One megastar hogging the limelight is bad
enough, but when you have three of them, and, to make matters worse, when they
are all the same, it is stifling and is bound to drive you up the wall. There
is no comprehendible storyline to Mugguru Monagallu. It is just Chiranjeevi
all the way, and, frankly, it gets awfully boring. Even hardcore Chiru fans are
bound to get an overdose.
The story (if one may call it that) goes like this - an honest man is killed and
his pregnant wife and son are locked in a house that is set on fire by the villains
(Sharad Saxena and gang). Amazingly, mother and son survive, but are separated.
The lady gives birth to twins when she is unconscious, and the midwife gives one
kid away to a childless couple. Before you can blink, twenty years have gone by
and it is time to meet our heroes. If you are an average Indian, you would have
by now been reminded of at least one Dharmendra and 2 Bachchan blockbusters. And
countless Telugu films.
The eldest son (Chiranjeevi) is a lorry driver who spends most of his spare time
bashing up goons and romancing Roja. The second (Chiranjeevi) is a cop whose paramour
is Nagma, also a cop. And the youngest (okay, you know who it is) is a classical
dancer whose lady love is Ramya Krishna. At this point one says a silent prayer
thanking God that the mom had just twins and not quadruplets or something. After
countless duets and unnecessary confusion, the brothers unite, and it is time
to avenge their father's death. After a long and boring action sequence, the brothers
emerge victorious, and it is curtains.
Stay away from this movie even if you are a Chiranjeevi fan, it is not worth the
trouble. The songs are okay, but the rest of the film is painfully trite.