Is there any point to filmmaking?

Sure. Filmmakers undertake the responsibilities to entertain, inform, and engage audiences. There’s so much ambition involved, that the art form is commendable just for the ideas presented.

Jeans has a great idea. It basically set the tone for the blockbuster pan-Indian South Indian films of today (Baahubali, KGF, etc.) with its 20cr budget, making it the most expensive Indian film of its time.

It shows. Shankar takes his cast and crew all over the world in the music videos, which are backed by some of A.R. Rahman’s best compositions. I think we all collectively understand that Sir Rahman is a genius, and questioning him is like questioning the integrity of music as a whole.

The money is also spent on special effects for a “realistic animation computer”. No, it doesn’t make sense. Random holograms are created, and that would be fine if it was solely to fuck around, but Shankar’s dumbass makes that computer critical to this movie’s stupid fucking plot.

I mean how absurd is this? Am I the only one to realize? I felt fucking cheated by this movie. How could they get away with making something so stupid? They definitely didn’t have the self-awareness, because no sane person would throw 20cr worth of money on this piece of shit.

That being said, this piece of shit had me fucking howling. When the realistic animation computer glitches and there’s just a fucking skeleton dancing around which vanishes in the shape of a tornado, I don’t care that that shit is not clever, it’s fucking hilarious. I couldn’t help it.

When Visu and Ramu keep walking around in these lavender fucking suits in LAX, I couldn’t help it.

When Pechiappan tries to kill himself right after the song where the aforementioned skeleton dances, I couldn’t help it.

And when the realistic animation computer comes back to render a fucking dinosaur during the wedding reception, I couldn’t help it.

This shit is awful. I recommend it to every person alive on this planet.