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I wonder whats wrong with Vijayakant (ya, our own Captain). He saves innocent people from the hands of maniacal terrorists, mean politicians, over-fed gundas and still finds time to romance with slim sexy gals. In retrospect, he’s as good as Dirk Pitt. Wonder why he’s the object of ridicule of all Tamil bloggers and the learned class. Sigh… A slightly off-scale BMI and a bit too much of sun-tan doesn’t make an actor unattractive.

Well, but this post is about Dasavatharam, and not our captain. No, I’m not saying Dasavatharam is more like a Captain’s movie and don’t you go reading too much between the lines now. And here are my observations. Some of them may be quite tangential to yours but hey, I saw the damn thing with bleary eyes and an empty stomach. Here it goes.

Kamal has the knack of seamlessly integrating motley of assorted stories in to a single, long-winding saga – errr not exactly like the Davinci Code, but more like “A Quiver full of Arrows“. Impressive nonetheless.

Speaking of the “Davinci Code”, doesn’t Langdon throw up the empty Cryptex in the air to distract Sir Teabing in the last few pages of the novel. Or am I wrong in comparing that with Govind throwing up the idol to distract Fletcher. Hmm…It can’t be. Both are quite different, actually. For starters, Perumal just don’t break-up on landing. He lands on his feet actually.

Have you seen “V for Vendetta” – particularly the scene when the whole of England gathers wearing “Guy Fawks” Masks. Well I sort of got reminded of that whenever more than 3 Kamals came on the screen at once. Well its tough on the make-up artists to pull a fast one – imagine, to pull so many and so often – sigh… Hope they were paid adequately.

Now, I’m not an art expert and am neither one in science. But whatever I’ve learned in the 3 years of my graduation in Microbiology assured me that it is next to impossible to see viruses with a pair of binoculars. No, not even RAW could’ve done that goddammittttt.

Mallika as a club-dancer!!! Suits her perfectly, though. I remember she was supposed to be ex-CIA or some shit. So, whats she doing there in a club?

Well, the relief was the way Balram Naidu was picturised. Kamal shows his class in this one character. And I loved his ringtone.

Bottom line – hope Henri Poincaré, Edward Lorenz, and Jacques Hadamard don’t turn in their graves.

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