I always thought it couldn’t go below Narasimma. But then it has happened. In the end of 2007 came “Yaarukku Yaaro“, taking the state by storm. Though not more than a handful of people knew that it released, the following it has amassed has taken it to a cult status (Imagine, this thing has torrents floating around the internet!). In spite of a lot of hindrances by friends and well wishers, I watched the film. I just didn’t want to miss out the experience of watching the worst Tamil film ever made. I must confess I was not disappointed at all.

Davit is an automobile engineer/scientist who has always aspired to make the most inexpensive four wheeler (I don’t know if the car was inexpensive, but it was definitely cheap!), affordable by all. In his quest, he is caught between the love of two women in his life. Dheeba, a doctor who has helped him financially to set up his industry and Manjoo, his college mate who returns from Canada to take him along. Davit is torn apart by the moral questions that surround him. This is one of the rare gems that completes the climactic showdown in just 8 minutes and the final twist in around 6 seconds. To add to the agony, the film has an intentional “comedy track” which, needless to say, fails utterly.

Sam Anderson is primarily the reason for the film’s present status and has excelled in scenes he doesn’t appear in. My hunch is that the poor thing was kidnapped and threatened to play the role. Varnika (Hence forth called as “Dream girl 1”, DG1) and Jothi (“Dream girl 2”, DG2) play the love interests (OMG). DG1 has not done what she was asked to do while DG2 has done more than she was asked to.

The film could have hidden behind Narasimma if it were not for the <any derogatory adjective> technique. I wonder why Joe Stanley has taken all the blame for the movie. Produced by Universal Thavamani Cine Arts (No way related to the Hollywood production house), the film has Christianity written all over it, with sin and redemption portrayed in the most distasteful manner. Special mention to the tradition-defying song-sequences (all shot around the same landfill) which has to be seen to be cursed.

However, this film actually shows one thing: How a technical failure is magnified in contrast to a failure in script. That is why Narasimma seems like Indiana Jones in comparison. I should be kicking myself for writing a blog on this piece of junk, but my duties as a responsible film-goer overwhelms.