Kuruvi- Fails to take wing
Red giant movies proffers us this big little bird created by Director Dharani. This is nothing different from the recent commercial cocktails of Vijay. Front bench movie goers are the victims of this movie but they are happy about it and they seem to enjoy it. Three years ago Dharani was the trendsetter of commercial celluloid and other minor directors mimicked him atrociously. But they have mimicked him ‘so well’ that Dharani inturn is forced to create a movie out of the movies which are nothing but distorted models of his own creation. Vijay can’t afford to continue acting in movies which are nothing but gobbledegook. He is a potent actor bestowed with some great talents but squanders them over rotten movies,blinded by success. Despite these factors there are some satisfactory aspects which are worth discussing. The grand sets and dance choreography play a vital role in the course of the movie. It should not be taken on board that commercial cinema is everytime something sick and senseless but commercial movies with a top-notch storyline and clean screenplay are always welcomed.
The movie begins with the portrayal of three ruthless villains in Cuddapah who torture construction director Singamthu(Manivannan) and his crew, who work as gofers in a quarry. Singamuthu roars that his son will come someday to ignite a revolution. Vetrivel(Vijay) is a kaput boy who lives near Koovam river with the families(three wives of his dad and a large number of kids) abandoned by his father whom they think ditched them and ran away for his debts. He goes racing encouraged by Aaps(Vivek) and emerges out successfully with his good for nothing car and then he goes dancing with Malavika. Straight off one day a group of hooligans visit his house and start clearing it. When enquired, their boss tell him that his father is indebted to him and the cheque which he gave had bounced. After getting a week’s time from him Vetri and Aaps go to Malaysia as kuruvis to meet Gotcha(Suman) who originally gave the cheque to his father. kuruvi is a person who takes goods from India to foreign countries and vice-versa. But Vetri realises the fact that Gotcha is a big shot and not likely to give his money back. Gotcha proclaims that he is digging out blood diamonds from Cuddapah in India without the knowledge of the government.So after a big pandemonium Vetri steals one of such blood diamonds and blackmails Gotcha. While stealing the diamond he also steals the heart of Devi(Trisha) the sister of Gotcha,who is engaged to Bhavan. When Vetri comes down to India with the diamond, Devi comes with him in the same flight unknowingly that Vetri is the Kuruvi who stole her heart to look for kuruvi in Chennai. After this Gotcha traces Vetrivel to his hideout and takes him in custody. He makes him aware of the fact that his father hasn’t gone far and staying with him as a slave in Cuddapah. Before thrashing him to death, he challenges Vetri to come to cuddapah. As usual Vetri succeeds death and goes to Cuddapah. The rest of the story is a open secret, want to know it still? watch Kuruvi.
The first half of the movie is well made, straight from Dharani’s kitchen and becomes the biggest forte of the movie. Vivek’s comedy track which is blended within the main plot is exceptionally well done. Lollu sabha Jeeva, who occupies very little screen time makes a good impression. Though the
songs are not to the mark, their visualisation shoulder them to climb on to the ‘hit’ platform. Vijay’s grace and speed along with his amazing get down talents provide a great feast to his fans. The dance choreography is perfectly made and neatly worn by Vijay. Trisha is cute and luscious than ever and the audience are glued to the screen when she comes on screen though she has nothing serious to do. The movie makers’ attempt to develop this film as a grand and visually graceful one proves to be successful.
The movie is well begun. Seeds for an unrivalled commercial movie are sown, but they fail to grow fulfilling the conjectures. A group of villains- a badmash, a money hungry politician and a cut-throat smuggler but a single hero-a middle class boy and a big fight. This is what we get if we look at this movie’s plot critically, for most of the time, Vijay kicks, punches, rolls and rolls throughout the movie, consequently when the movie is near it’s close, it gives us the feel of watching a Vijayakant movie. Except for the scene sequence and dance, the whole movie is in a big mess. The first half of the movie propelled by Vivek and fancy songs is the lifeboat which saves the breath of Kuruvi. Trisha, Saranya, T.K.Kala, Suman, Ashish Vidyarthi, Bhavan and Manivannan play nothing but brainless dolls, trying to do something around one superman, Vijay. In the next place this movie indirectly, is propaganda stuff. Dialogues like ‘who is the man?’, ‘My son will come for sure’ and scenes portraying the emergence of a revolution and the freedom of people makes this hype even worser. Adding to this, dialogues which add fuel to the fire that exists between Vijay and Ajith are found scattered throughout the movie.It is extremely painful to sit through the latter half of the movie. In this movie Dharani is seen only in flashes forcing us to say that this is more of a Red Giant and Vijay product rather than Dharani’s. Dharani, who has given us steady and stylish commercials like Dhil, Dhool and Ghilli has slipped, stepping on Kuruvi. For instance the title is very feebly related to the plot. Definitely Kuruvi spoils the expectations of the film connoisseurs despite it’s distribution record.
Raaki Rajesh‘s stunt sequences are exceptionally well done making him the real hero of the movie. If not for his stunts Kuruvi is not worth watching. Vidyasaagar‘s Background score tries to breath life even into lifeless scenes. With a variety of instruments and exotic sound effects Vidyasaagar adds spice to this commercial movie. Editing, particularly in the second half is loathsome. Right from the title to credits, something is wrong with Kuruvi. So Dharani at his worst. Kuruvi says, “I’ll shout and fight my way out”.