In V Selva’s
Inga Enna Solludhu, Ganesh (the
sandpaper-voiced VTV Ganesh) undertakes a road trip and narrates his
life’s story to a companion (Santhanam). This sort of narrative
automatically assumes that it’s an interesting life – otherwise why
would anyone want to hear about it? But the episodes are so dull, the
screenplay so crude and disjointed that we feel we’ve smoked some pot
and slipped into a surreal dream. Santhanam observes that a mass
murderer like Hitler was a vegetarian, and claims that he’s an expert on
the Yajur-Rig-Sama vedas. We hear of a suicide attempt, and we cut to a
song with the refrain “
appa tucker,” with everyone doing the lasso move from
Gangnam Style.
A man fires a gun in a nighclub and… well, I don’t know, he vanishes
from the movie. Pandiyarajan pops up in Singapore. A song from
Kumki
plays on the car radio, and instantly, Ganesh sees an elephant on the
road. Swarnamalya feeds a beggar and then declares that she’s a call
girl. Ganesh tells a Chinese inspection officer, “I will prepare Indian
masala
tea for you.” Meera Jasmine, on the other hand, offers Ganesh green
tea, and he hesitates because “6 to 9, risky time… because whiskey
time.” Meera Jasmine thinks Silambarasan is in love with her because he
gifts her a platinum-diamond ring. Ganesh steals silverware from an
Indian restaurant. Andrea Jeremiah flies in from Paris and expresses a
desire to have a
masala dosa. Ganesh goes to the races and plans
to produce a movie with KS Ravi Kumar directing, Kamal Haasan acting, AR
Rahman composing the music. And then, we discover that one of these
characters is really… God. No, really. Walking out, I wondered if He’d
give me back my two hours.
An edited version of this piece can be found here.
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