April 29, 2011 Y. Sunita Chowdary
The hero's job is to kill, the heroine's work is to allow people to die and you need not be smart to realize who the victims are while both of them enjoy epiphany; there is this small prayer on your lips that someone video shoots you while you give up life watching movies that are irredeemable. The movie Nenu Naa Rakshasi reminds you of the Japanese horror film Suicide Club made in 2002; even a small clipping of mass suicide designed to make you think while a an express trains runs over them is included in this drama.
Suicide is a serious subject and when it is handled by a director of repute it should have clarity. Whether he wants the lead pair to live or die is subjective, entirely his prerogative but in the process of executing the story he shouldn't confuse the audiences.
In an astonishing trivial treatment, the heroine holds the camera and shoots the final moments of people wishing to end their lives and watches the whole procedure with disinterest and lack of humanity. The answer she is made to give is that there is no emotion because the matter has been decided and discussed earlier before the act finally happens.
It is human instinct to help, to give a straw to a sinking man but the lady in the film watches them die casually, she asks the person 'start cheddama' like coffee tagudhaama and carries the shoot with such urgency that even a man who suddenly intends to change his decision is compelled to kill himself because of her tone and approach. You might be put off and would want to ask her why don't you kill yourself?
The director has an answer. The lady herself wants to die but after two weeks; you are given an impression that the women is sadistic, wants to tempt the man who's accosting her because of her aversion to males, though you pretty well understand the reason is to fill up the screen with commercial elements.
The man who is in love with her is a sharp shooter but kills himself after asking her if she wants to go to the hospital. Disgusting, even if a cinematic hero were to die for his lady love, the cowardly act of letting the woman die or shooting himself doesn't go well. Voila, the director even knows that, so he allows both of them to live. In between this living and dying drama, there are other people who kill.
One, director himself, his language is known to be affectionate and cool so the rave, pove, vosai can be excused but there are lot more suggestive scenes involving Ali that are far more vulgar than the profanity. His big mistake was to mix a disturbing plot, give a message through it in an entertaining manner. The audience could get neither of it. Next the Censor Board, for it's virtuous portrayal has allowed stuff that could put an adult off.
Mumaith Khan is wonderful as an item lady and she should confine herself to the job and finally the hero Rana Daggubati. He shows his awkwardness clearly while dancing, he fails in expression through his eyes during vital scenes involving the child. He's wooden, leaden and also plastic; our famous industry saying is such actors learn and we are willing to wait.
Abhimanyu Singh is fabulous and Subbaraju rocks, the latter need not widen or sharpen his eyes to show he is angry all the time. Padithinammo makes a nice listening and cinematography is beatific. Small request to Puri, please don't shoulder the responsibility of launching careers, please only resurrect them. Also don't plan a story in depression otherwise you are very good.
Nenu Naa Rakshasi has one bright spot, Ileana, she looks stunning and also like an accomplished senior to the hero.
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