'Kili Poyi' falls into a rut; one into which several similar films in recent times had fallen into.Perhaps it could have worked better if the grounding was a bit firmer, but regrettably the bird flies away way too earlier.
Vinay Govind's 'Kili Poyi' has Asif Ali and Aju Varghese playing Chacko and Hari respectively, colleagues at an ad firm in Bangalore. Stuffed up to their necks with work week after week, they decide to call in sick, and go on a fun trip to Goa, when they miss the flight to Manali. After hooking up with a few girls at Goa, they head back home, with more than what they had bargained for.
The film unfortunately keeps reminding you of 'Delhi Belly' all the time and you almost wait for the obligatory clamor in the toilets to begin. Nothing of the sort happens, and instead of the diamonds in DB, we have a bag of cocaine doing the rounds in 'Kili Poyi'. The villains look and act pretty much the same, and the optimistic bird flows out of your brains real quick.
And again, forget 'Delhi Belly', this isn't a story that you haven't heard of even earlier. The making is what reminds of you of 'DB', while the story itself is reminiscent of those many films where a bag of loot inadvertently ends up with the leading men. Their efforts to get rid of it lead to further trouble, and more broken ribs, if you please.
The film lurches awkwardly from one point to another, but thankfully doesn't stretch itself way too much. With almost one and a half hours of running time, its mercifully short and doesn't go on and on like some of the films in the genre do. It lights up and shows some promise once in a while, but very soon confirms that it has no intention to stride along fresh paths.
There are very few genuinely hilarious moments in the film, and the sight of the two guys with all their birds having flown off, having had their fill of some real wild smoke amuses you at first, though eventually the impact wears off. It wouldn't be too surprising if it turns out to be the in-thing from now on. I hope those statutory warnings that never left the screen corners held some purpose for once. By the way isn't 'smoking' different from 'smoking weed'?
Coming back to the odd chuckles that the script offers you here and there, one should admit that neither are they funny enough, nor are their numbers enough. It's an odd mix really, and certainly not everyone's cup of tea. Perhaps it could have worked better if the grounding was a bit firmer, but regrettably the bird flies away way too earlier.
The question as to how much this theme could be explored afresh lingers around all the while. The crudeness in the dialogues might be a turn off for some, but then there is the question as to where one should draw the line. It's the way people talk these days, someone beside me states indifferently, and I see that he does have a point.
All said and done, the film does appear real chic, and is easy on the eyes. As far as the men go, the acting is all pretty much even. Asif Ali and Aju Varghese come up with smart performances, while the women shout and scream and bellow all the time. Raveendran plays it up way over the top, and even the disco song appears a bit too loud.
'Kili Poyi' falls into a rut; one into which several similar films in recent times had fallen into. The wayward guys, booze, money and women are all there in 'Kili Poyi' as well, and it officially introduces into Malayalam films weed and shows you how to blow it. On second thoughts, maybe not just weed.
2.2 out of 5 (Okay)
WHAT THE RATINGS MEAN:
0.0 - 1.4 : Poor
1.5 - 1.7: Poor, A Few Good Parts
1.8 - 2.3: Okay
2.4 - 2.9: Fairly Good
3.0 - 3.4: Good
3.5 - 5.0: Very Good