Another One Bites The Dust

Vettaiyadu Vilaiyadu is like a geometry problem of straight lines and flawless points of intersection - neat, precise and formulaic. You know the problem, you know the solution. Yet you watch it for the way it is told. Slickness and technical virtuosity almost mask the triteness, but the story telling that could have catapulted this one-liner, flounders in the latter half, that loses the restraint and focus of the first half. The first half made me sit up; the second, slouch. Lets just strip the movie off Kamalini and Jyotika (atleast the post New York bit). Lets replace the loud Ila-Amudan duo with ONE restrained silent ruthless serial killer and the movie would have been a criss cross of neuronic impulses and almost a master piece. It would have brought you to your knees in anticipation. The BGM complements, though it is more continuous than discrete/discreet. The opportunities to punctuate with sudden sounds and pauses are not used much here. But if you brush aside all these flaws, it is one of the better Tamil movies. Which is neither here nor there and as cliched a statement as the movie is. Forgive and forget.
PS: For a more forgiving and lucid review, read BRangan.