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| KANTHASWAMY
MOVIE REVIEW |
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| Review
by : Behindwoods review board |
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Starring:
Vikram, Shriya, Prabhu, Vadivelu.
Direction:
Susi Ganesan
Music:
Devi Sri Prasad
Production:
Kalaipuli S. Thanu |
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Susi
Ganesan’s Kanthaswamy is
an extravagant experiment at
age-old formula stories of good
Samaritans robbing from rich
to feed the poor. Although the
subject provides a treasure
trove of stories, Kanthaswamy
is largely overindulgent. After
taking up a superhero subject,
Susi’s uncertainty in
keeping that one on track makes
the movie stoop to lower levels.
The superhero, with a rooster’s
outfit and a slightly odd demeanor,
is exposed in all his vulnerability
as the movie progresses. And
that’s not the only issue
with Kanthaswamy. The movie is
unreasonably stretched, for
no rhyme or reason. The choppy
editing also makes one feel
that any scene could be placed
anywhere inside the movie. Picture
this: after what one thinks
to be the climax, the movie
heaves for another half-hour
with a comedy scene, an item
number and then culminates into
conclusion.
Kanthaswamy is about a group
of friends, who came to Chennai
with nothing in hand, but dreams
and an examination hall ticket.
Astonishingly for us, each one
of them lands a job in CBI and
uses the money obtained from
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raids
to serve the poor and needy. Kanthaswamy,
who secretly doles out money for surgeries,
education and weddings in poor families,
becomes a phenomenon that is difficult to
demystify.
Prabhu, the Intelligence Officer, takes
up the case and arrests people like Vadivelu
who try to imitate the real Kanthaswamy.
But in the end, he does nail the superhero
after 3 long hours.
Vikram has sincerity written all over him;
he breaks into a secret smile while nailing
the corrupt politicians, raises his eyebrows
in a charming manner while countering Shriya’s
jaunts and fixes the movie’s faults
with his persona alone. Besides, he saves
the movie to a larger extent than could
actually be not in his scope. On the other
hand, the horrendously clichéd dialogues
also earn him a few catcalls.
Shriya’s designer outfits expose more
of her chiseled body than they hide. Her
role, albeit smoking hot, rather comes across
as a dumb girl who strips down to threaten
Vikram in his fully CCTV monitored office
room. Now that’s only a sample of
inferior writing.
Prabhu, Vadivelu, Ashish Vidhyarthi and
Y G Mahendra also have roles that are fleshed
out in a disorganized manner. Vadivelu’s
comedy track pops in at odd times when the
movie gets serious as if it’s just
so inevitable.
Devi Sri Prasad’s songs are bang on,
complemented with the neat picturization
on screen. But the background score is just
a cacophony of drums and an aural ordeal.
Towards the end of the movie, you begin
to see visions of the likeable Vikram in
movies that are more than a rehash of formula
movies - time tried, tested and past its
sell-by date.
Verdict:
A hollow hype!
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