THE STRATEGY is a timeworn one. In the guise of telling youth the dos and don'ts of life, V Productions' "Vayasu Pasanga" takes a voyeuristic trip into the psyche of the adolescent. The actual plot unfolds in the last 40 minutes, but by that time you are tired with the gibberish that has been going on for more than an hour.
Vicky (Anush), Pazhani (Jai Arvind) and Lakshmipathi (Master Manikandan) are school goers on the threshold of youth. And as can be expected, girls are an obsession. Trying out every trick from the naοve to the ridiculous, to woo the girls in their class, they soon find more than their match in Nandini (Vindhiya), Vicky's neighbour. The seductive siren conspires to kill her aging husband (Livingston) and drags the gullible boys into her game plan.
The boys become pawns in the plot that she hatches and find themselves behind bars. And if you thought the incarceration would cure of them of their malady, you're wrong. Their waywardness continues! The insipid sermonising from the leading lady about how parents should always keep vigil on their wards is just to tell you that the entire effort is only to bring out a message. But it fools nobody.
Not one of the parents of the three friends seems to have an iota of common sense. The boys cheat, steal money from home and squander it, rarely attend school and hardly devote time to studies. Yet their parents are nincompoops who believe in their sons' `straightforwardness' till the end! Wouldn't it occur to any of them that when they give money, which the sons claim has to be paid as examination fee, the results have to be looked out for at some stage?
It is sad that Vindhiya, the young girl who made her debut with much hype in Suresh Krissna's "Sangamam" has been reduced to the role of a mere glamour doll these days. "Vayasu Pasanga" is another such film. Peru. Thulasi Pazhanivel's story is a hotchpotch of many cinema yarns spun together. Bharathi Kannan's screenplay, dialogue and direction lack maturity and finesse.
The exaggerated reactions, posture and body language of the actors and the backdrop in many scenes are more like that of a TV serial. There's nothing aurally touching about R. K. Sundar's music. The din in the name of re-recording is frightening. "Kamban Kattu... " sung by Manicka Vinayakam, salvages the music score ever so slightly.
The target is clear. The aim is obvious. And as long as mundane requisites are fulfilled, who cares for anything aesthetic or elevating?
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