Review: Rajinikanth's Kochadaiiyaan is a

bad puppet show

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Last updated on: May 23, 2014 20:10 IST

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Kochadaiiyaan is a fundamentally flawed dud, one without anything to
applaud besides grand (if self-glorifying) ambition, rants Raja Sen.
Rajinikanth stands amid a collection of statues, pretending to be his own effigy.
Deepika Padukone, the patroness who has commissioned said sculpture, looks
appraisingly over Rajini's body, halting at his bottom. This should really be a little
ampler, she complains to the carver, following which Rajinikanth -- who had, for some
inexplicable reason, kept butt-cheeks clenched in an attempt to look more lifeless -- now
sticks out his Superstar bum, on cue.
"Arre waah!" exclaims Deepika, who clearly has unholy designs on her latest purchase.

God help us all.

Speaking of unholy designs, this film is one.
Kochadaiiyaan, which apparently means 'long-maned warrior king' might as well now
stand for 'an unending round of Sims played by someone drunk on toddy.'
This is a loud, unforgivably tacky production, handicapped not merely by substandard
animation but a complete lack of imagination.
Directed by the star's daughter, Soundarya Rajinikanth Ashwin, Kochadaiiyaan has the
primary problem most Indian animation faces -- that of scripts written for regular films
shoehorned into an animated format instead of writing specifically for animation -- but
this time the motive is a unique one: a fountain of youth.

Thalaivar is getting older, and a significant part of the country is in denial.
Now clearly too old to play punchline-hurling twirler of cigarettes, this is an attempt at
keeping Rajinikanth eternally young. It is an ambitious idea, one that in theory could
eventually force today's stars to move over and let the old guard reign forever (like one
of the voice actors on The Simpsons, a television show that will outlive us all.)
It isn't an altogether bad -- or altogether new -- idea, and, personally, I often envision
the day a digitally crafted Sean Connery can play James Bond again, but as the first
genuine megastar anywhere to gamble on the idea, it must be said Rajinikanth stumbles
quite woefully.

Kochadaiiyaan's severest sin is vanity.
In its desperation to make Rajini more awesome than he ever was, the animators don't
seem to have concentrated anywhere besides his face.
The film begins with thousands of people depicted in gold, as if a novice 3DStudio
operator in the 1990s had just stumbled upon metallic textures and excitedly let loose, a
reckless Midas.
Even though colours eventually appear, the many extras aren't paid any attention,
coming across purely as puppets. The true cruelty, however, is reserved for Superstar's
hapless co-stars.

Jackie Shroff, for example, would be well within his rights to ask that the animated
version of himself be made less jowly, and even, since this is indeed animation, restore
the General Alcazar-like jaw from his own glory days.
And as for the striking Deepika Padukone, she is here cursed with a seriously creepy grin
-- a la the new Anushka Sharma -- and a Barbie-body that moves sometimes like a
mermaid and sometimes like a skittish salamander. She looks fine enough in profile
with her mouth closed, but the rest of the time she has an abnormally wide mouth.

The film's plot isn't a particularly bad one -- though it is a tad tiring to see Rajini play
Khaleesi and play slave-warrior politics -- but this is one historical drama that creaks
under its own weight. There are lots of wars and alliances and so forth, but even more
songs, songs I wager AR Rahman composed while napping. The result is a painfully
simple revenge drama made unbearable by bad animation and constant, constant
fanfare -- when it is this loud, it cannot justly be called background score.

Credit where it's due, however, the chariots and elephants look pretty decent. (Up close,
that is. When in a long-shot, marching together, all those cloned sprites look like the
kind of screensaver BR Chopra would have used.)

Walking into this film, however, I had braced myself for the bad animation -- and for
Rajini towering over Deepika -- because weak animation can never truly get in the way
of good storytelling.
Kochadaiiyaan, alas, is a fundamentally flawed dud, one without anything to applaud
besides grand (if self-glorifying) ambition. And little is as heartbreaking to witness as
utterly failed ambition.