Tamil movie Sridhar review

                                                                            2.0  rating                                                                        
Stereotypical chocolate boy Sridhar (Siddharth) locks lips with Ritu (Hansika Motwani) and fingers with Siri (Shruti Hassan) in Sridhar. Sridhar is persistent at wooing Ritu and succeeds when he licks dust off Ritu's eyeball. Slowly, his best buddy, Siri, is pushed aside despite her regular attempts to bond with him by kicking him in the rear end. Why would anyone in their right mind find any of this cute? Or funny? The man behind the camera has a twisted imagination and an untapped potential for sexploitation.
Anyway, Sridhar revolves around Sridhar and Siri's long lasting friendship that share a platonic love, often misinterpreted by members of Society as romance. The issues tackled here are trivial but they are presented, and dealt with, in a heavy handed manner; like a bad joke expecting an apology.

Sridhar is an insignificant little film with trivial happenings. Its characters are characterized by their gender not by their acts. The guys do the guy things while the girls do the girl things. Both of the lead characters take turns to chant "Nothing can separate us and our friendship," and it finally boils down to director Venu Sriram lecturing society on non-sexual relationships, true friendship and platonic love. This is a film that remains lightheaded for the most part but wants to slip in a message just before the curtain falls- a feeble attempt to pass off something hollow and baseless as serious and meaningful.

There are hilarious dialogues in the film uttered in such a matter of fact way, I'm not sure whether I am laughing with or laughing at. Siri is told by her fiance Udhay "After marriage, you become my private property." She responds "I cannot sacrifice Sri for you." ROFL. Talk about making much ado about nothing.

This film didn't work for me at all. Even the bad movies at least implant negative energy in me. This experience was just letting my senses perceive and store, as if I had no brain to process what was happening. There was a flat music number accompanying their road trip and I remember wishing, out of desperation, for something eventful to happen; like a car crash.

Hassan is better suited for such roles that call for a delicate expression of inner turmoil while Siddharth, an experienced actor seems keen on being typecast as a charming metrosexual. The actor deserves better. The final music number shows both actors just walking and pondering over their state of confusion, the contradictory thoughts that clash in their heads. It is a redeeming factor but it won't do.