Kirak Review

If our filmmakers don’t understand what the genre ‘horror comedy’ is, they better don’t get into making a film in it.  Those who know nothing more than vulgarity, parody, banking on the popularity of this or that film/superstar are best advised to make an honest attempt in a suitable genre instead of disrespecting their own characters.  A female devil with a distressing past rapes a man, is it?  It entertains by conjuring up romance, is it?  If this makes any sense, then there is no reason why Rakhi Sawant should not be made the Deputy Chairman of Planning Commission.

There is a guy by name Rakesh (played by Anirudh) and he walks, emotes, dances Pawan Kalyan for no good reason.  There is Amrutha (Chandini) who is immensely watchable mainly because the hero opposite her happens to be imitating Pawan Kalyan.  Then there is a possessed camera whose devil wants to convey a message to Rakesh.  Inexplicably, the devil entertains hero’s friends, scares the hero, molests Posani Krishna Murali, shoots a song with a directorial imagination, fools the heroine by presenting an imaginary speech by the hero – for no logical reason whatsoever.  At the end, when the suspense is revealed, we shudder to think of the writer’s desperate bid to play to the gallery even at the cost of scandalizing the character around whose fate the final message is delivered.

As for Rakesh's seriousness, even a journo least determined to crack a story would look more earnest in his/her facial expression and body language.

Rakesh is passionate about being a film director and so he wants to prove his mettle by making a short film on a handcam.  He buys one but the cam turns out to be not so innocuous as it seems.  It has a mind of its own.  Its confounds Rakesh by throwing up bewildering images and even threatens to eliminate him if he doesn’t go to a psychiatrist who can explain the phenomenon of the paranormal.  For some reason, the devil chooses the cam as its host and remains inactive in it for several years, just as Ebola Virus chooses pigs as the host.  (One wonders why only some devils like in ‘Anjali’ and ‘Boochamma Boochodu’ are geographically mobile and others are not).

Be it the dialogues or the screenplay, nothing is integrated with the storyline.  The director follows a fragmented approach.  The film doesn’t seem to respect the genre so much so that it all ends up looking insensitive.  A storyline of this kind required some sensibilities to portray and the makers did not have any intention to deal it sensitively.  Play to the gallery seems to be their mantra.  Even moments before the ending, you have a low-brow tribute song for Samosa by a voyeuristic character named Sutti Velu.  Of course, a mother sentiment song follows immediately after that when Rakesh opens the cam now emitting, for no good reason, smoke!

A technical nightmare, the performances don’t deserve a mention.  Anirudh does indeed look like a Pawan Kalyan doppel ganger and only a few geniuses on the planet will think that it is a qualification.  Chandini must now find someone who is a third rate Mahesh Babu so that she is taken note of by at least some.

The whole second half needed a different feel but the background music will leave you bewildered.  There should have been no BG for most part of several scenes.

Verdict:  Ki-wracked!

Rating: 1/5