Naa Autograph is not likely to stay in the theaters for very long. It doesn’t drag its audience into the aisles to dance manically, it won’t provide roadside-romeos with a new repertoire, and wannabes won’t want to copy the hero’s hairstyle (thank God). There are no mass item numbers, no picking of cherries from a drenched heroine’s navel, and no invoking of the ma-behen at any point. So no one will go home and talk about this flick. Which is sad, because Naa Autograph is a thoroughly decent effort.
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