There is very little in Na Video Diary that we have not seen before (I remember watching a cross over film The Missed Call during the Film Fest) and yet it works, partly because the formula is simply so strong that it’s like you’d have to work doubly hard to break it, partly because the person in the director’s chair knows how to make a good reality cum parody fest and here the parody is smarter than the Telugu film industry that he is mocking.
However, if you aren’t hunting for a towering work of genius, and want to watch a good raw flick that is not regular, but makes you think of the kind of cinema you were being fed with all these years, then this is what you need. Kamal Kamaraju takes you through ten days of his life, and gives you a peep into the frustrations of a filmmaker who eventually shoots himself after the industry turns its back on him.
A man of self respect, a wannabe director Kamal portrays the angst of a man deprived of luck and opportunity in his life. He talks of the Babudom, the rampant sycophancy of the actors, actresses, their fake lives, the unwinding work in Krishna Nagar and Indira Nagar, the fans associations, the glorification of stars and the treatment and status accorded to directors in the industry.
The one and a half hour film doesn’t scandalise you with the liberty with which Anish, the director uses expletives. It makes every film journalist who writes review or an article with a commercial interest, every actor/actress who revels in the star status, the indulgence with which they are treated hide their faces in shame. If the Censor Board doesn’t release, it will be one missed opportunity to bring something new to a tired genre.
Posted by Y. Sunita Chowdhary