Before the digital revolution can introduce to us the kind of films that might not be possible otherwise, there will be a series of insults to the medium which makes you wish the 5Ds hadn’t happened.
Maruti’s Bus Stop is a film full of dirty jokes (like the debut) and running parallel are parts of the worried parents worrying in long unbroken sentences (the ones intended as the characters speaking for parents everywhere, through the celluloid, straight into our hearts).
Maruti’s Bus Stop is a film full of dirty jokes (like the debut) and running parallel are parts of the worried parents worrying in long unbroken sentences (the ones intended as the characters speaking for parents everywhere, through the celluloid, straight into our hearts).
Srinu (played by Prince) is waiting for Sailu to come back to town as he rejects proposals from other girls and studies hard to have a bright future (how do I know this? The director had a voice over at the start and he told me all this and more).
Sailu was his crush since school, but, they broke up over a petty issue and he’s hoping to win her back.
Then there is the story of Seema, the hottie of the college who likes a nerd boy but is constantly pursued by a guy who buys her gifts by mortgaging whatever he can get his hands on. Also part of the group is Muthu (played by Ramesh), the son of idly vendor, but, a Casanova with the many call center girls, one for every network.
The film spends most of its conversations about an ambiguous ‘it’ as the characters talk dirty on the phone or having a censored wack off. Phones, Sims and twisted Kurkures were the ambiguities when they were not referring to it as ‘it’. But, the film only shocks you with its relentless ‘it’ references and hardly gets you to chuckle.
The film offers too many opinions on who should do what (The Messiah being the neo-parent played by Rao Ramesh, he accompanies his daughter even when she proposes to her boy friend) and really believes that it has the answers for that part of society dealing with teenagers. And when a film with no aesthetical standard in most departments starts talking that way, it is a bore and an insult.
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