Comedy at its best

I had some real good fun for three hours last week. Oh yes I had been to a wonderful movie. So very blatant and picteresque(yeah you read it right-picteresque comedy!!!) the comedy was, that I din't really have to lisetn to the dialogues. The visual effects were more than enough to send me into peals of laughter. Of course you must all have started wondering now about what could have been so special about the movie that I take pains to blog about it and waste your time. There certainly have been better comedy flicks before. But, that's the catch. All critics had written about a violent and gory film with a little too much of bloodbath. So, when I got my ticket and settled down in my seat for the show for which I was already late, I had the feeling that I had come for the wrong movie. The scene was supposed to be something emotional. Our hero or.. the anti-hero or.. the protagonist or.. wait I have a better name still.. our comedian's mom had been killed by his dad and was busy trying to dispose off her body. Our comedian(let's make it C-am getting terribly tired typing this entire word 'cos whenever I type it I still am going into peals of laughter) wanted to cry his heart out, I suppose both 'cos his mom had died and 'cos now his dad wanted to kill him as well(the only witness to the incident). He really did a great job man. I have never ever been in a theater where such a "moving" and "thrilling" scene as this could evoke, of all things, laughter!!! But laugh we did 'cos we wanted to give company to C who was really not sure of how to cry(I guess he needs some training from our serial artistes who can cry without glycerine). He was trying to wail with throat bared and eyes popped out and it was a.. hmm... am using comic too many times.. anyway.. it was an extremely funny spectacle. And it happened so many times in the movie that it became boring after a while. Oh yeah, something pretty important needs to be mentioned here. C evolves into the "pettai dada". Now, don't you think it weird for a "pettai dada" to be crying.. or.. ahem.. trying to cry always. But, this is where you are mistaken. The director always believes in making his story as different from any existing or existable(pardon me if that word does'nt exist) story and so our C always try to cry when he is in a tricky situation.

Oh yeah I should'nt be deviating from the topic. C, a school going kid, runs away from home to escape his father's axe(oh yes really an axe) and reaches Chennai, the haven of all "rowdies"!!! He gets absorbed in a cool and upcoming startup and slowly rises up the ranks. He is first a temporary employee and put in the sales department-selling dope is his first assignment. And, when the need arises, he is called upon to perform other high-end jobs like pasting posters and running away from the enemy gang in the process. Now, you might be musing over where this enemy gang came in from. Very simple yaar!!! Like how countries have territories, gangs too have territories and since our C was trespassing on the rival gang's territory he is thrashed beyond recognition(not that he was looking particularly good otherwise)!!! And now comes a twist to the tale. Our C, who had been behaving like a school kid all along, listening to his "elders" and doing the job given to him, transforms into a strong(!!!), violent creature and beats everyone of those people around him to pulp and kills one of them in the process. Now, a big question arises. Our C has done ONE murder and so he is no longer small enough to continue as a sales boy. But, our C has done "just one murder" and so he is ot really all that big to be promoted to the next level. So there is confusion in the "company" and the "manager" decides to test him. Test: Bring the right hand of a guy. Though our C has killed 1 guy, he is really not that biiiiiiiig yet to cut the hand of a live guy. He is assisted in this by an experienced leader of the company and somehow accompolishes the mission. And so on moves the story line. Our C is constantly promoted based one the number of points he gets. The points are once again based on a complex system where in higher the number of people killed, higher the points. And more important the person killed, more the pints and so on. I was so intent on keeping track of C's growth in the organisation that I lost track of the point system.

Then, one fine day, C achieves the numero uno status-"pettai dada". So long, I havent really commented in detail on C's stature have I? Let's come to that now. There is this big sofa, hey really big man, both in length and width. It's all empty. Hey, wait a minute, there is something on the sofa. On close scrutiny, I realise that it's none other than our very own Ceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Our C now swirls swords(bigger than him of course, and even thicker than him), kicks people around with bare legs(or should I say bare sticks), and so on and on and on. In the middle somewhere, he marries two-yeah you got the spelling right-not 'too' but 'two'. He marries twice, one after the other, immediately and enjoys life with both. But, suddenly, our C has had enough of all this. He does'nt want to remain "pettai dada" anymore. So, you thought he is trying to reform? My dear friends, you are so very wrong. This is where we have the directorial touch-you remember? the one who likes doing things differently. So, our C wants to enter politics and become a minister. He has a couple of setbacks. Pretty minor only. He loses his wives(one is dead and the other mentally retarded), his child(throws it into a dustbin on the way!!!), a hand and a leg. But chalo yaar that's all part of the bargain man. He makes it big in the political arena and retires after opening and guiding(!!!) a lot of educational institutions.