Starring Nayanthara,Anurag Kashyap, Atharva Murali, Raashi Khanna
Directed by R Ajay Gnanamuthu
Rating: **(2 stars)
Slickness can often be a sickness. In this case a cat-and-mouse chase between a serial-killer and a CBI agent tries to cover itself in slickness. But ends up looking as underdressed as a stripper at a condolence meet.
Pompous in its puffed-up self-congratulatory tone and its attempts at looking sounding and appearing trendy, Anjali CBI, the dubbed telugu version of the Tamil Imaikkaa Nodigal tries to be a slick thriller fused in a failed romance. The fusion causes a profusion of confusion.Whenever we settle into the purported suspense we are pulled into a parallel world of romance featuring the protagonist’s brother Arjun(Athaarva) and Krithika(Raashi Khanna).
While the serial killer goes on a ridiculous rampage, Arjun sings and dances and promotes a brand of cellphone.
But nothing in this misfired sleek peek into a killer’s mind is as infuriating as the lead performances.Nayanthara who is to Tamil cinema what Deepika Padukone is to Bollywood, looks disdainful and bored …or was she incredulous about the outrageous plot and unable to hide her disbelief? Throughout the lengthy furiously-paced but ultimately uninvolving film, she wears the same expression. The kind that a woman wears when she isn’t sure if she has worn the right dress to a party.
As for Anurag Kashyap,who on earth told him he could act? Like many filmmakers branching out into unknown areas, Kashyap is cocky but clueless. he peps up his pervert’s part wth a ceaseless know-it-all smirk. This psychopath enjoys killing people and torturing people far more than we enjoy him at his pursuit.
The trouble with this aspirational thriller is that it tries too hard to be gripping. Tragically it treads on slippery ground and stumbles all through. We are supposed to be impressed with its techno-savvy treatment of the killer’s instincts. But the loopholes in the plot act as sleepingdogs in the narrative.By the time the scriptwriter wades to the finale the wheels-within-wheels in the plot would have you choking.
Or are they just joking? To honestly take this film’s ludicrously loppy thriller aspirations seriously, would be a crime far graver than any committed in this film.
One of the killer’s victims is stuffed into a car’s dickey.I felt exactly the same watching the film.