The thing about mirchi bajjis is that you don't find them all over the place. They're available only at specific times on certain bandis. So technically there is no point going to the medicalwala dukaan looking for some hot bajjis on a rainy evening. On a different note, there is nothing more irritating than seeing a small droopy kid crawling all over the medical shop putting strips of medicine in his salivating mouth - that wouldn't have actually been much of a prob, but if it is your strip that he is goooing over, then that's a prob!
If you're actually wondering what the rant is for, then let me tell you that this flick unscrewed whatever nut held my brain in place. I could actually hear my bean jump out of its container and roll noisily under the theater seat and then make away into Ameerpet's rush hour traffic. And I am not bemoaning the loss of my brain as much as I am bemoaning the loss of my bajji bandi!
What is this flick about? I was hoping to wiggle my way out of a drab review, but here goes... rich plump gal with a penchant for poor orphaned kids falls in love with a poor orphaned guy. I guess she didn't know that business and pleasure never mix. Anyway, Manasa (Charmi) and Vasu (Deepak) fall in love over a pack of 50-50 biscuits and are happily married - not to the biscuits, but to each other.
Not all marriages last forever, and like a zit that appears on Monday and bursts by Wednesday, their life takes a dramatic turn when Manasa is killed in a road accident. Now on the other hand is Sindhu (Rimmi Sen), whom the director has tried to put across as Geetanjali and Sachin Tendulkar all rolled into one. Like all other actresses in Tollywood, she is faint hearted - literally here - and needs a heart transplant. Stat! Enter Frankenstein, the newly dead Manasa, and like Pav Bhajis being expertly transferred from one plate to another, Manasa's heart goes to Sindhu.
Now that Sindhu has Manasa's heart, it's only logical that she becomes Manasa. Let me explain with a more defining example - suppose you were to wear the same shade of lipstick as your sister, it is naturally assumed by the other person that you are no longer 'you', but have become your sister. Following the same theory is this flick where the dog and the hero both begin to take Sindhu as Manasa.
What happens is cinematic history, and I really think that nobody knows the ending save the film crew. It's the usual blah blah about how Vasu now falls in love with Sindhu and more regular tripe.
The lead actor Deepak is the only watchable person in the flick, and boy, does
he look good in pajamas. The first heroine looks and acts like a mouse on a lousy
mouse pad. Anyway, I guess we all have better stuff to do than to watch this flick.
But if you're looking for some cozy place to cootchie coo with your cupcake, and
then head directly for this theater. As for me, hafta go, my A drive needs to
be write protected.