Premasandadi Review

Just in how many different ways can you say annam, pappu, chaaru? If you put together all the permutations and combinations, you'd still probably be stuck with a figure you could count on your paw tips. In the same inane manner, in how many different ways can you put forth the 'me Montague - you Capulet' theme? Yes, they finished counting long back, but some people are just too busy minding their business to care for such trivialities.

'Prema Sandadi' is the same rotten soporific 'Romeo Juliet' theme. But this time the parents badger the pair even before they set eyes on each other. Srikant is an 'Amarika' return koduku who's loafing around in his native village with some bums he calls friends. Anjala is pretty much in the same boat, and these two have never seen each other. But Brahmanadam plays weasel and snitches to both sets of fathers that their kids are whooping it up. The dads, testosterone driven that they are, snarl, hiss and snap as they see each other. So the kids still haven't figured what the big fuss is all about. This is the pre-interval insanity.

Post interval, curiosity gets the better of the two-non actors, and they fix up a clandestine meet. They meet in a mango grove and instantly fall in love. Now that we are running out of movie time and film, they scramble as fast as their paws allow to a snow filled place to entertain us with a nautch routine which sounds suspiciously like a number from Nuvve Kaavaali. Then the twist in the story - the pops find out, and hell hath no fury like a father and his property scorned.

Blah blah and blah later, the movie ends. And you come out sixpence none the richer. The worst part was that during the comic scenes, there was a sorta deathly hush in the hall, and that's when I realized that maybe they should have insured this film against titanic losses.

The whole film seems to have been shot in some village, and suddenly, like to prove to the audience that the actors have valid passports, we are whisked off to foreign locales like Salzburg and stuff. I know it was Salzburg because it said so in the background. Anyways, that's the whole course.

That Srikant guy is, in very simple terms, obese, and looks like he's in drag. He has more make up on than Anjala J. Anjala looks like she's just recovered from a bout of bulimia and is kinda wooden. She looks like a friendly horse. Both of them can't act for all the fertilizer in the world. This film is absolute nonsense, and what's more, it's nonsense on high stilts. Avoid the flick unless you are a kamikaze and feel particularly suicidal.