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Kannada (U/A)**
Cast: Ravichandran, Priyanka Trivedi Upendra, Vikram Ravichandran, R Suryan, Ramesh Arvind, Avinash, Rangayana Raghu, Prakash Rai, Akul Balaji
Director: Ravichandran
What happens when an actor reaches menopause of his moviedom? When adulation he has lived with has died down? When youthful Adonis has turned into pot-bellied middle-aged man past his prime? Wallows in self-belief that audiences are still in awe.
His career has touched the nadir of superstardom. Well, our Crazy Star seeks to take “A Journey With U” as nigh of nostalgia swarms him and narcissism takes the better of his creative calling. Trying to get his mojo back, Ravichandran, who had girls swooning over him in his earlier films, tries to whip up his charisma and magic again with Krazy Star.
But then, such is our Malla’s hubris and Hatavadi’s self-indulgence that instead of giving his loyals something novel to cheer and cherish upon, director in Ravichandran turns so delusional that he takes them on a trite, treacly, teary and tiresome sojourn down memory trail that like the neglected and distraught daughter Soundarya in Krazy Star, you too would like to cry out like her “I hate you crazy star. I hate you director. I hate you editor. I hate music director.”
Inspired by hit Malayalam film Traffic, Ravichandran sadly turns Krazy Star an autobiographical and introspective journey on how the chimera of cinema and allure of arclight distanced the father and husband in him, so much so, his daughter virtually forsakes him given that she is a troubled heart, literally and figuratively.
Totally vacuous and vapid even by Ravichandran’s own sterling standards, Krazy Star, which turns into subtle, surrogate full-length teaser for his forthcoming film Manjina Hani, whose clapper board fills every possible frame of the film, nearly 147 minutes long, nudges you into a nightmarish siesta, turning high decibel, delirious drama with Vikram as Yuva runs riot when Ravichandran takes breather from the heavy duty job of Krazy Star.
With virtually nothing worthwhile to sing hosannas about, except that Krazy Star has all the pizzaz and panche of Ravichandran film which only his loyal legion of loyals would jig, jive, and rave about, this Krazy Star, peopled with other film personalities of Sandalhood lending courtesy prop in cameos, is best left to Ravi and his family to muse and mull upon the one royal ride it takes regular theatre troopers.