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Times of India
Four cousins embark on a trip where they end up in a palace where the inhabitants still live as kings and queens.
While watching Vysakh's
, at first, you wonder if you are witnessing the remake of a Kannada or Telugu masala entertainer; but no it has been made purely for Malayalis. It might seem like the makers first shot some spectacular song sequences in splendid locations with some pretty non-Malayali actresses, hired an entire palace, put together a few random comic sequences and tried to make a movie around it, without success.
It would indeed be painful for fans of Indrajith or Suraj to see their favourite actors in such an amateur comedy. Indrajith, Kunchacko, Suraj and Joju are relatives and travel to Kunchacko's
college, to revive his lost memory. The film's logic-less plot insults a viewer's intelligence.
During the course of the journey, they come across some long-forgotten past stories involving Kunchacko's forgotten past and end up in a palace near the Kerala-Karnataka border, where the inmates still live in 'Mahabharata' mode, as kings and queens. Vedhika's and Nisha's characters are princesses and they walk around in grand costumes that put Hindi serial costume designers to shame.
However, the story per se is dramatic, beyond tolerance, and the narrative illogical. There is a princess who falls in love with a common man who is whipped in the palace courtyard as she weeps from the balcony. And in every other scene, a posse of 50 identical SUVs line up before the villains step out. The attempts at comedy involving the clash of royalty and the 'yo-yo' foursome are weak and Shajon's comic act seems out of place.
The absurdity is broken by the sudden appearance of song sequences - rich, colourful, magnificent - that are done on a grand scale; full points to the art director and cinematographer for the visual spectacle. Gopi Sundar's background score and M Jayachandran's music are impressive.
On rare occasions, the comedy picks up; Indrajith imitating his father Sukumaran on screen is priceless. However, there is no real story to hold them together. As you leave the hall, one question remains, why was the money - spent on making the songs - not put to better use?