Kazhugu does everything the Kollywood way. Once again, a film revolving around a love story. Character relationships in Kollywood are more often than not, underdeveloped. In Kazhugu, it is undeveloped. Even the technique used for making this appear a novelty is done in a Kollywood way. The hero leads a crew that picks up dead bodies from the base of a cliff infamous for its suicidal deaths. Providing the hero with a different profession, grants touting a new premise to build hype and promise originality. There's zero originality in Kazhugu.
Get a load of this. The heroine expresses gratitude, with folded hands and profuse tearing, to our hero for performing the humane act of intervening when an outsider attempted to take away her dead sister's corpse. I'm not sure why this outsider wanted to take home a corpse but considering that these dead bodies are referred to as 'piece' in the most hearty manner, it is safe to assume that he was a necrophile. This scene sequence lacks the slightest bit of dignity required, that is if you are willing to ignore the idea behind it. Hang on, this is just a taste. The hero and his associates compensate for being underpaid by swindling jewellery from the dead. When the heroine notices her dead sister's ring around his finger (unprofessional didn't I say?), she caresses his finger with her face, eyes closed. The next day she goes to her sister's grave and dusts sand off from it. Why sand? To indicate the infrequency of her visits? Seriously, rofl. On the grave she finds the stolen jewels. A shot from her point of view shows the hero walking away. Cut to a music number that encapsulates this new found love.
Kazhugu is pure vile. From the smell of it, to the taste of it, all the way to the memory that remains; it's vile. And it made me sick to my stomach.
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