The film is tedious primarily due to its uninteresting romantic plot. There was so much scope in the story and the director failed to use it to his advantage. The film mars the excitement with unnecessarily lengthy scenes presumed to be a comedy. Particularly, the long, drunken babbling about an imaginary character (Jessie) and the cringe-inducing comedy involving Subba Raju meanders, stumbles and fumbles the narration. Parasuram is known for infusing humour into a sensible story, but, here, he has churned out a film that fails to rise above the ordinary and each of its moves in the narrative seemed shaky. Each time you expect the story to take a new turn, it falls short of our expectations. Instead of rooting for Mahesh’s lone fight against the power system and his attempts to spread awareness among his colony people, one feels let down by its banality.
This supposed biopic of a common man lacks fundamental logic and has an overwhelming dose of cliched, stereotyped characters. The film does manage to tickle our funny bone every now and then, but its outdated execution destroys what was built by its comedy. Even the film's biggest twist hardly leaves us surprised and throughout the runtime, one can't stop wondering if the film was made for the 1980s. Plot contrivances aside, the film doesn't even bother with basics like a coherent screenplay and continuity. When the story isn't novel and the performers are newcomers, it's the deep-rooted emotions and screenplay that save the day for simple, small films. But here, everything falls flat.
