Prince

Revenge tastes better when served hot

Prince is an out and out Darshan film, as usual. There’s loads of action, a stroll or two with the heroine in foreign locales for a couple of songs and plenty of ‘punching’ dialogues and goosas raining on goons and cops alike.

And with Omprakash Rao at the helm, a lot of titillation - visual and verbal - can be expected. Venus Murthy and then MS? Ramesh satisfy the director, and the front benchers’ cravings with Nikhitha the latest object of attention. Having done that, Ramesh moves on to doing what he does best - reel out powerful dialogues one after the other with a few gems thrown here and there.

The same can’t be said of either Murthy or Harikrishna. Cinematography suffers from dizzy spells and songs are purely incidental, with Menaka’s antiquated acoustics not helping much.

Nikhitha allows the director to take liberties with her costume before transforming into a saree-clad beauty in a short-lived role. A bloated Jennifer doesn’t do much except pretend to be ‘bubbly’ and scamper around the hero in ludicrous minis.

The director should take care that dialogues and the actors’ lip movements match. But his grip on the film is not lost and the film is somehow watchable, if only for the chase in the climax. Using the thespians’ names and their cutouts are mere ruses.  A ‘different’ revenge story whose origins are numerous and confusing, Prince is strictly for Darshan and Omprakash Rao fans.