Indian2 is like the Gobi Manchurian that tasted great when you were young, but now you find too oily and salty…
My review of the torturous 20-odd minutes that I braved before giving up. And I rarely give up on a movie – however bad it is. So you can imagine the travesty that Sankar heaped upon us. And yes, he has Indian 3 as well. I guess by the end of it, we will beg for the rampant spread of corruption rather than fantasize the eradication of it through such questionable and downright silly methods.
And yes, the marma kalai. In part 1, it was a novelty. In part 2, it is a joke of epic proportions. The guy goes marming away as if there is no tomorrow – a marma here, a marma there, a marma everywhere, except where it had to find its actual mark – the director. Those fingers need a rest!
And the hideous getups. I guess he spent more time getting decked up than in the actual execution of the well…execution. Kamal is a master of guise – but he does carry it too far sometimes. Like in Dashavatara, and now here. Everything from Bee Gees to Michael Jackson is fair game here. Pushing 100, he is like the Yaksin of Kalki finally got an overdose of whatever got him going. Ridiculous.
Sometimes, it’s better to leave memories as they are – sweet – rather than revisit them and try to improve on them. Just messes up the beauty that existed.
Let’s hope I find a better movie tomorrow.