Why Velayudham deserves an Oscar

I have read some great psycho-analysts describe Gandhi’s close obsession to salt all through his life. Starting from the salt Satyagraha, to him avoiding salt in his food, they had attributed it to his guilt from not serving his father at his death bed. Today I observed the same kind of obsession in a Tamil hero’s movie. What’s Vijay’s obsession to chase a train and overtake it? I wonder which psychologist would successfully analyze this bizarre craving of our hero. The reader needn’t jump to conclusions that am compare the stints of Vijay to anything near Gandhi. I have a great respect for the latter’s life reforming deeds and the formers proves to be a Donkey’s laugh to the mindful audience due to his antics. The hero was immortalized to everything from a super hero to a God himself in the film. A very spiritual lot this Tamil cinema makers that they want to god-make every loving hero of theirs. I am still wondering how our hero who was able to beat a train running in its full speed and stop it too, had failed to chase his running sister and save her from her own fate. Why kill the sister character played by an ever faithful ‘ saranya mohan’ at the last fifteen minutes of the film, I wonder. The screenplay is strewn with amazing logical sequences like for example, when a whole bus is blown up in a bomb and charred human remains are portrayed, a single plastic lunch bag carried by one of the victims survived this immense explosion and fire. Am sure that lunch bag must have been blessed by our Godly hero, or must have belonged to Rajnikath. Chennai seems to have become a small place comprising of ten streets and fifty people probably and everyone keeps meeting anyone at the right sequence of time and repeatedly. The movie increased my beliefs on chaos theory for a reason it was nothing but complete chaos in screenplay. How the hero tried to hide his identity in the entire film with just a hood which stayed in place on every fight sequence shows his super humanness. This beats M.G.R’s impersonations with a mole in his right cheek. Politics inspired dialogues are unbiasedly distributed all over the movies script. And the most pathetic of which was by a policeman at his death. He says to the terrorist who just shot him “You people cannot save your own leader, Bin Laden, but we are the Indians who are still protecting Kasab.” What was even more painful was the crowd cheering at the dialogue. My Indian instincts made me want to slap myself instead; I refrained, reminding myself I was at a Vijay movie. Much more painful as a woman was the pervertization of the Indian heroine. The two heroines don't seem to serve any other purpose but that. As usual the more intellectual of the two heroines was outcast and the hero garlands the dumb ,a little off-beat crazy village “murai ponnu” whose sole purpose in life was to marry him. I wonder when our Tamil heroes will ever grow up! Or become intellectual enough to choose a girl with brains. I guess for now all we brainy girls can decide to become nuns. Why would anyone construct a rail track that lead straight to an explosive tank in a highly protected factory’s (it had six people at the gate to guard it) private rail line so comfortable for the terrorist to drive a train straight into it? Should such logic lapses be beyond a director’s brain? The visual of the songs were so-so, and fights, thankfully each villain is killed in just one-shot by our super hero hence bearable. The movie was probably my biggest mistake this weekend but nevertheless promised everything that a Vijay movie usually does. I can’t believe a person who finds this palatable and entertaining. To me it was a full length comedy crapper.