Ayyare Review

India as a country is known for popularizing hatred, bandits and naxals at the cost of innocent people. Nobody can stand up to them and even if someone does, in no time he/she is silenced. 'Ayyare' qualifies to be one of those films that will slap you hard on the face and inject appropriate amount of patriotism.

The film narrates two different stories of the characters in a liner fusion; one of Shivaji and the other one that of Rajendra Prasad; former a mechanic who falls head over heels with a girl and in the process to woo her, blatantly lies about everything with regards to him; while, the latter, a helpless father to save his dying daughter from cancer transforms into a god men over night, a disguise to stay away from people chasing him, to make some quick bucks. What happens in these characters' lives forms the rest of the story.

Director Sagar Chandra subtly accuses entire Indian constitution, all those who blindly believe in superstition, god men etc. I'm glad direction in this film has sense and a goal to achieve, unlike other films. The extra emphasis on the underlying theme ensures 'Ayyare' not to drift away even for its purpose from its purpose. Also, there is hardly any scope for obscenity in the film. Entertainment is garnered through sarcastic comical puns by Rajendra Prasad, which by the way is funny and educative as well. Pre-release posters of the film teased the audience as though this film was a spoof on the life of fake god man 'Nityananda'. However, the film in no way is associated with 'Nityananda' or his life but strongly brings forth and touches upon sensitive issues such as the growing number of fake 'swamijis' and 'Babajis' of this country.

Ayyare is blessed with good performances, fitting dialogues, a convincing screenplay, and, above all, a heart in the right place. The mix of comedy and sentiment adds flavour to this film, especially in scenes involving Rajendra Prasad and his daughter. The director brilliantly portrayed the hidden emotions in the father-daughter relationship.

What puts down this film at some juncture is its narration, which is slow and sloppy occasionally but not throughout. Music too was not a complete let down along with poor editing. Had the director spent little extra few hours in each of these departments, the film would've raked in millions.

In one line, Ayyare falls few steps short of excellence.