This is sort of the kinda flick Karthik (Muthuraman's son, not Siva Kumar's) used to flourish in back during the hey days of the 90s, where film qualities were fresh from the day before's wet market, with radio friendly songs by the likes of Deva or Sirpy, or in case of skint treasure chest, S.A.Rajkumar, who unleashed melodies after melodies that chase after their own respective tails (an honorable trade now expertly weaved by Harris Jeyaraj).
It's nice to hear the background score (or as the Indian film experts call beegeeyem") because the loudness kept me awake, most grateful.
It's nice to see Ganesh Venkataraman. I had hope for this dude once, in fact, I even had a dude crush on him. He has yet to prove himself. Bugger need a career counselor.
It's nice to see Jayasudha, who's definitely in for the paycheck. She didn't age much, looks great and I do hope she stick around longer - there are so few actresses from K. Balachander fraternity around. The industry could use you brilliant, talented gals, suck some of the blood cells or something.
It's nice to see Prabhu Ganesan, who's definitely in for the paycheck.
And lunch. Sigh.
It's nice to see SJ Surya's guest performance (not cameo, because he gets his own flashback privileges), though he seemed to have misplaced his eccentricities.
It's nice to see Sarath Kumar taking over from fellow elder Nattamai, Vijaya Kumar, playing the long suffering patriarch of a wealth endowed family, albeit with better stock of organic hair.
Hari O Sambo š
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