Dum, dham, dhadam

August 13, 2011 04:47 pm | Updated 04:48 pm IST

Still from Dhada

Still from Dhada

Naga Chaitanya wanted a different image from the lover boy in Ye Maya Chesave and 100% Love .

Kajal Aggarwal wanted an image where she didn't look like the village belle in Mr Perfect and Veera . And the director wanted to direct a movie without a story but with lots of songs and dances and where the whole movie would be shot abroad. Everyone's prayers were answered by Dhada .

A movie where the camera lovingly caresses New York's skyline, its waterways, its lively nightclubs and then puts the viewer in the box seat where human traffickers from Columbia and New York speak Telugu.

A few minutes before his convocation ceremony, Vishwa (Naga Chaitanya), is waiting in the queue at a mall in New York when burglars strike.

The burglars run and Vishwa chases them down and even saves a texting girl from coming under the wheels of a car in a few nifty parkour moves. Then one day, he spots a girl training in an indoor ice-skating rink.

Love happens, because the Telugu-speaking manager is a philandering roué who distributes chocolates and snags girls.

The girl happens to be Priya (Kajal Aggarwal) who keeps watching grainy sepia tinted 16 mm films of her mother before she died, at other times she clicks photos using a digital camera then develops and prints them.

A song comes on before the other is over and we get to know that Vishwa has been brought up by his brother and he lives with the brother and his wife. Priya unfortunately has a father who does what he wants to do so that his business world expands.

Both fall foul of Columbian mafia which is no longer doing drugs but is involved with human trafficking where each girl fetches a price of upwards of Rs.1 crore. How Vishwa destroys the mafia forms the stunning finale for which you have to sit through countless number of songs.

The comedy track of Brahmanandam and Ali sticks out like a piece of fish in fruit salad.

Naga Chaitanya oozes easy cool dude attitude but that doesn't help, Kajal Agarwal's chic styling with her mindset of a village woman are as mismatched as noodles and sambar.

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