"Vadh" is the worst that happened since 'An ode to a small lump of green putty
I found in my armpit one midsummer morning'. My brain couldn't contend with the
problem of what my eyes told it they were watching, and in doing so it relinquished
control of what it was making itself think. Fortunately for you, I am not writing
about it. Unfortunately, I am writing about things much worse.
The flick opens with the escape of a psycho known for his skill at slitting the necks of people easier than Jayalalithaa gets verdicts in her favor. A spate of killings soon after t....