Chempada is a paralyzingly incompetent film that makes you realize that life ain't too long to be wasted on downers as these. This low-budget turkey is all set to lay a reeking egg at the box-office.
There's Manu (Bala), the naive guy from Vagamon, whose love Meenakshi (Sreedevika) is raped by a bunch of power goons who would stop at nothing. It's Vendetta time as Manu teams up with the Red Army who runs a music band by night and cleanses the world of crime and injustice by day.
There's so much happening all around in cinema in these exciting times that we live in. Oblivious of all these, Chempada drags us back a couple of decades into some forlorn cinematic adventure that would have had few takers even back then.
I couldn't find even something remotely interesting with a bunch of kids backed by a bleak script, attempting to do what Mammootty and Sumalatha had finished off with finesse in New Delhi. With solid revenge sagas to fall back on, here is an audience that would refuse to be impressed by paltry dramas as the one in hand.
I could simply count the ways 'Chempada' goes off-track time and again. It's amazing that if there is a wide off the mark angle to shoot from or a reckless edit to make, the film goes for it with a vengeance.
I wouldn't even mind if the film turns out to be a hybrid, coughing up visuals and ideas to come up with something that at least feels fresh, or at least considerate of its several sources. 'Chempada' is not even that.
Performances are evenly inconsistent. There aren't any major talents involved here either and hence one's expectations thankfully remain modest. I need to mention the fight sequences as well. They are by far the best part of this movie, but even they disappoint.
A few of those horrendous dialogues should go in for the unintentionally funniest, intentionally grave category, and would win hands down. There was a dead silence all over the hall, and I am sure it wasn't from any reverence or awe.
Supposedly a musical thriller, the film has quite a few songs that range from cacophonous to faintly tempting. The choreography though is plain loud and is an assault on your senses, by any measure.
Here's hoping that things get better as the year goes by. 'Chempada' must be a foul start for sure.
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