This is another one that has been made to suit an image of a hero, with hardly
any thought to meaningful film-making. Vijayaramaraju has a specific objective:
to keep afloat the supercop image of Srihari from fading away from the minds of
the audience. With this view, the director Veerashankar takes the issue of Pakistan-sponsored
terrorism and the arson created by ISI agents in Andhra Pradesh.
Srihari is the perfect cop in the anti-terrorist squad. He doesn't hesitate to jump into the thick of action even if it involves heavy shootouts between the dreaded terrorists and the police. This gem of a man has practically a prescribed kind of a romantic family - a wife Urvasi who will do anything to keep up the honor of the country and a son who is the epitome of love. He is either romancing his wife and playing pranks with his son, or teaching the anti-social elements a lesson.
As a first taste of his invincible acts, he miraculously rescues the Home Minister, Jayaprakash Reddy, in the face of heavy odds. But soon he realizes that it is the handiwork of Ghaffar, who is hell-bent on spreading arson and terror and insecurity in the minds of the minorities in the State. So a church is blasted in Pedatadepalli and a mosque in Guntur. Flushed with success, Ghaffar, who is keen on stepping up his nefarious activities, recruits more and more youth into his mission. But his attempts are thwarted when Srihari plays spoilsport.
Arrested and put behind bars, Ghaffar masterminds the kidnap of Urvasi and her son. But Srihari refuses to yield to the demands for the release of Ghaffar in exchange for his wife, and so his family gets killed. And then the film starts moving in a direction that you definitely cannot fathom and ultimately culminates in Srihari getting fixed as a Pakistani terrorist! Surprised at this idiotic turn?
By now you get sick and tired of all the jingoistic monologues, some of which make no sense at all, and all the tirades against the government for releasing terrorists for the exchange of the VIPs. Of these, the release of Rubaiya Sayeed, the daughter of Mufti Muhammad Sayeed, takes the harshest beating (obviously - how many similar releases hasn't it set in motion?).
But the biggest battering of our minds is yet to come, and when it does in the climax, you run out of the theater. Made perfectly to keep in tune with the image of Srihari, this is a film strictly for his fans, and diehard fans at that. As for the others, if you want to put up with some mindless monologues, you can definitely go to see it.