Uyire Uyire review: A silly romp by two miscast actors
A film that stars bankable Hansika Motwani and has the backing of Eros International should have been better. But Uyire Uyire is simply unwatchable.movie reviews Updated: Apr 21, 2016 19:08 IST
Director: AR Rajasekar
Cast: Siddhu, Hansika Motwani
Time was when Indian cinema had a dozen songs or more in just about every film, but they were an integral part of the narrative and they pushed the story to its next chapter. But today, songs and dances (to boot) stick out like sore thumbs, and have been a cause for Indian movies’ poor performance on the world stage. What is more, Bollywood and others are often ridiculed, and termed “sheer nonsense”.
One had expected someone as talented as Jaya Prada (Satyajit Ray once described her as the most beautiful woman) and an ace politician like Amar Singh to invest their money in at least an above average movie, but what they have produced -- Uyire Uyire (Tamil) -- is unwatchable.
And Jaya Prada has introduced her son, Siddhu, as the hero in her film, written and directed by AR Rajasekar. To top this, a house as renowned as Eros International is distributing the movie!
Let us take a look at what Uyire Uyire has on offer. The first half is a juvenile romp of two rather mature looking actors, Hansika Motwani (as Priya) and Siddhu (as Rahul) -- who meet on a plane that takes off from Mumbai to Chennai, but is forced by bad weather to land at Goa’s Dabolin airport.
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Now, a carpet of coincidences is laid out for us to blindly tread on. At Dabolin, Rahul gets a call from his best buddy who is getting married the very next day in Goa. Rahul had forgotten all about it, and having struck a love-hate relationship with Priya on board, he coaxes her to accompany him. She has never seen Goa, and jumps at the invitation. So, what if the guy is a total stranger and may be a potential villain.
The marriage is hurriedly pushed aside for the couple to go sight-seeing in Goa -- beaches and bikini babes for the voyeuristic viewer. And a song thrown in. What more can one ask? And for those who might have been waiting for Siddhu’s he-manship, the director throws in a scene that hyphenates the wedding and the picnic on the beach. Clad in a brocade sari and heavy gold jewellery, Priya wanders on to the sands in the dead of night, while Rahul is busy drinking (with the liquor is injurious warning trying hard to spoil his spiritedness) with pals celebrating a bachelors’ party.
But then sixth sense forces him to the beach, where he sees Priya about to be raped by men in dark outfits on motorcycles, their racing engines creating a frightening din. Superman Rahul vanquishes all, about half a dozen or more burly men. And then the couple returns to the airport, where the same plane is waiting to take them back home to Chennai.
But the tone and tenor the film changes dramatically after this. We are taken back in time to a story about how Priya’s brother maniacally pursues Rahul’s sister in college, leading to a disastrous fight between the two men.
Must we say more in a movie where Siddhu looks positively uncomfortable lisping dialogues in Tamil (one presumes his mother tongue is Telugu) and he is hardly of an age for college romance. He looks far too old for this sort of thing and Motwani can hardly pass off today for a giggly college girl in the flush of first love.
If the plot is beyond the wildest of one’s imagination, the director and producers could have at least got the casting right. And the script writer must have been the laziest guy around, peppering the narrative with needless songs and dances and unbelievable coincidences. Bad editing gives the film a jerky look, and in short, Uyire Uyire is an insult to one’s intelligence. Eminently avoidable, even if there isn’t another movie for miles on the horizon.