Priyuralu Pilichindi Review

The badshah of mega-budget blockbusters, the reigning rani of Bollywood, the monarch of Malayalam, the dashing hunk of Mollywood and the magic heroine of Maachis. A casting coup this. And with this fairy tale combination, Rajeev Menon tries to spin out a fairy tale, literally.

Only there is no tale to make the fairies interesting. The fairest of all fairies, Aishwarya Rai, believes in being swept off her feet by a romantic; her accursed sister, Tabu is a down-to-earth seedhi-saadhi ladki, who takes life as it comes. The two sisters start off on a good note. While Ajit, a young assistant director, steals the heart of the elder, the younger meets a like-minded Abbas.

All is well that begins well. But, like in all fairy tales, the riches are soon gone, the girls are forced to migrate to Hyderabad, the lovers are no where in sight. And the family is left to fend for itself.

The fairy tale ends there and the sob story begins. And it is sobs, sobs and even more sobs till the end; both, for the cast and the audiences. There is no denying the fact that we are living in an age, when the container looks more important than the content. And it is sound logic too.

But, to sell your product on the basis of the container alone is asking for too much. Rajeev Menon does precisely that. The result: the breathtaking cinematography serves no purpose. The screenplay is horrible and the songs are as bad, sans one with the two belles of Bollywood singing and bathing in the village pond. All said and done, the farther you keep away from the movie (this is a dubbed version of the Tamil "Kando Konden Kando Konden"), the better. Unless you want to see the ravishing Ash, that is.