By Mani Prabhu
What if Chetan Bhagat, somewhere in the middle of his first draft of ‘One Night at The Call Centre’, got high one day, watched the Exorcist, decided to give his Deus ex machina a literal evil twist and had the Devil himself call the protagonists trapped inside the car. And what if the Devil is in the mood for some crazy fun! If only had debutant director Bhaskar thought something in these lines, his title would have made quite much sense, and we could have also got the rip-roaring horror comedy that he had actually aspired to make. But what we get instead here, is not a film, but loads and loads of endless baloney in the name of horror and comedy. Given the genre, logical reasoning and political correctness were the last things on mind, but why not make the absurdity at least mildly interesting. Such a movie works only if the individual pieces work – if the comedy sequences make you chuckle, if the horror plays out intelligently, if the taste of the audience is not underrated. None of this happens in ‘Hello Naan Pei Pesuren’
Half an hour of an atrocious romantic track for the hero to stalk and score by baiting the heroine to be the mother of an IAS kid? Who actually thinks these things are even watchable? Probably the ones who made the hero learn kuthu dance to make himself deserving for a marital life. Once the ghost arrives, it all becomes exceedingly unbearable. It’s inevitable, in such a film, that you have all ugly faced women pounce on the camera at multiple angles. Just few requests, though. Can we not have the music director assaulting our ears repeatedly with “See.. See.. It’s a ghost!” Can we have better make-up artists please! And if we are hell bent on making talented artists like Aishwarya Rajesh do hip thrusts, can we also write them reasonable characters?
The person to my left had his face buried in his palms almost throughout the entirety of the film. I couldn’t say what he was feeling. He could have been contemplating his masochistic limits. The one on my right had settled into a cosy whatsapp chat. For the first time, I wasn’t offended. I instead got this irresistible urge to peek into it for some respite. So, why do these films get made? More importantly, how? Is it this one line that Baskar used to convince Sundar C to shell out the money, “The joke first spuriously seems to be on the human characters, and viola.. it turns out to be on the ghost!” I am not sure, but from what I saw, the joke is definitely on us.