Khaidi No 150
Due to a quirk of fate Kathhi Seenu (Chiranjeevi), a convict on the run, ends up swapping places with a good samaritan Shankar (Chiranjeevi), who is fighting for the rights of poor farmers. All Seenu wants to do is to run away to Bangkok, by conning the poor farmers, but he ends up becoming their liberator.
Khaidi No 150 Movie Review:
There was a time, from the late eighties to mid nineties to be specific, Chiranjeevi could entertain playing plain stupid. Like get all giggly and coy with the side kick while discussing how to chat-up the girl he digs. Or kiss his fingers in delight after touching patting her cheeks and blow air kisses. And when he’d hold his belt and doing those trademark tummy wriggles, the theatres would echo to deafening roars of whistles. Can’t fault Chiru for not trying though. He did all that in trying to be the Megastar of the past. And more. But watching him hold his yellow lungi — which is wrapped around a gaudy designer distressed denim — and go Ammudu let’s do Kummudu to a waif like Kajal Aggarwal, something seems off. Way off. There were whistles, yes, but they seem to be coming from motely bunch of pot-bellied-40-somethings, who seem to reminscing about the days of yore, that are long past.
It has to be said, Chiru doesn’t look a day older than he did in his last film, Shankar Dada back in 2007. Yet something seems amiss. Even with the dancing When shimmying and shaking in contour hugging pencil fit trousers, he still looks graceful, albeit in a way a 60 year old man would. Nothing like the Megastar of yore. Guess in the decade that he’s been away, we’ve gotten too used to the gravity defying dance moves of the likes of Allu Arjun, Ram Charan and NTR Jr that have become the benchmark. With the physical spectacle element gone of his dancing, the spring in steps is missing, the famed grace and poise notwithstanding.
Unfortunately, for the entire first half Chiru keeps doing just that for most the of first half. Perhaps he’s been away too long. May be he just needs to do it long enough before we all get used to it again. May be not. It will all depend on how big a fan you are of the Megastar and how glad you are to see him onscreen again.
Thankfully, in the second half, that we get to see flashes of the old Chiru. Not so surprisingly, it happens in those episodes where the man is beating the bad guys to pulp by the dozen. The evident decline in agility in physical movements notwithstanding, Chiranjeevi looks more convincing in the action episodes. When delivering lines that dwell on the ill-treatment meted out to the farmers, rattling out how the corporates are exploiting mother earth, he brings a gravitas that makes the dialogues seem better than they are.
The story has it’s heart in the right place. Chiranjeevi does the needful to play an a son of the soil, who is heading a motely bunch of old men who don’t want to part with their land. Tarun, Anjala Zaveri’s husband plays the vicious corporate honcho who wants to set up a factory on their farm lands, albeit a little too underwhelmingly. The action and drama bits are alright, as are some bits of the comedy tracks that involve a barrage of funny men — Ali, Brahmanandam and Posani. But does it all come together as a film? We aren’t sure. But yes, Chiranjeevi is back for sure, although we can’t quite say he’s back with a bang.