Neethone Untaanu Review

This Upendra guy never ceases to amaze us tweeds with his awe-inspiring orgies of indignity. Since he claims to throw himself into everything he does, why not dig a veeeeery deep hole one of these days?

This time he's trying to outdo the monotony of feeling up bombs, which has the side-effect of helping to avoid an 'A' certificate. Software super genius Ravi (Upendra) is romancing Aparna (Rachana) through the Internet. This sounds simple enough, but here's the intellect of the scriptwriter: a cross connection while he's video chatting helps him come across her. If you can digest that, you can undo after seeing the next 2 minutes anyway.

The selectively permeable web cam of the heroine shows only bits and pieces of her, and we're thwarted with some imaginary songs. When she actually does meet the hero in person, she obviously doesn't reveal herself to be his chat lover. She wants to agonise him and us further more it seems.

By the way, the hero is also a top class athlete in hi-tech-Mallayuddham+WWF+Kabaddi. But they call it boxing. And we blame poor old Tyson for being a frustrating animal. Anyway, then enters the voluptuous Divya (Sanghavi) as Aparna's sister who's also in love with the national boxing champion. Since her sibling affection exceeds even her zeal for duet singing with Ravi, Aparna cons him into believing that her sister is actually the zombie of his songs, and he gleefully marries her. With so much flesh, I don't blame him either.

He obviously finds out that he was duped, but by the time he can do something about it, Aparna kicks the bucket. The situations involved in this whole process are quite bizarre, but you're already observing National Apathy Week by then.

Upendra brings a lot of social conscience through the movie. I've cut my hair short. Being a straight Telugu film, the obscenities are all packed tightly into a single rain number. The script is so vehement about superimposing love triangles onto You've Got Mail, you wonder what's the point of checking your inbox if you can't find two women in there each time. The dunce 'boxing' sequences are outrageously funny, and become the best part of the flick.

At this end, this film caters to the bright kids that are a part of the 'Shaktiman Fanfare Association'. But even their wildest imagination would not prepare them to witness such hideous antics being a part of a love triangle.