Eega shows Bollywood why it borrows its source material from Tollywood every year to churn out blockbusters. It also shows why Bollywood should stop trying. Steer clear masala films, Eega is here to show you how its done!
This fantasy extravaganza is about Nani who has been in love with Bindu for about 2 years but she neglects him. He manages to see love in her choices to ignore. Even though this love story isn't the best one out there, it has a few moments of innocence that involve you in their journey. Enter Sudeep. He lusts after Bindu, sees Nani as a threat and murders him. A fly is born, well, to be precise Nani is reborn as a fly (If it is hard for you to grasp what's happening, the soundtrack announces: He's back!). What follows is a film that is hard to ignore. It is a revenge story like no other.
The fly begins its torturous revenge ploy by annoying Sudeep. These scenes are either hilarious or exciting. The visual effects are only good by Indian standards but never look cheap. The fly also makes wee little noises, like a small puppy (Mind it). It learns to communicate with super-fly sign language. It even has its own fitness training regime. This film has it all. There are action sequences, chase sequences. The climax despite being miniscule in its essence, is one of gigantic proportions. There is also an item song post credits. Yes, you guessed it, the fly sings. It also does the Chinta Ta Chita Chita hand dance from Rowdy Rathore, which somehow seems like a f*** you to Bollywood cinema. (I was later corrected that it was, in fact, a nod to the director's own film - Vikramarkudu which was remade into Rowdy Rathore)
I doubt I'm going to have more fun watching a masala film in the future unless there is a Bollywood remake of Eega or a sequel to this (which was implied at the end). I don't think Bollywood has the balls to make a film with a fly as its protagonist. Despite having seen Eega, I still ask myself how could they ever make a movie out of THAT?
There is a terrific film made by David Cronenberg called The Fly (1986) where a human transforms into a giant fly. But it is poles apart from Eega (no reincarnation either). There is another film called Fluke (1995) which is the same reincarnation story except with a dog. Eega is not a replica of Fluke either. Eega is copy-proof, by which I mean I'm not sure if even Bollywood can remake it. I'm sure they will but I don't think it will be this good, probably a dubbing would suffice.
For almost its entire runtime, I found myself laughing at the movie, at its sheer abandonment of all logic. Laughing because I'm enjoying it thoroughly. Laughing at the funny bits. Laughing at some ridiculous scenes which make absolutely no sense. Laughing at how I'm enjoying those too. That's where Eega scores above other masala films. Its stupidity is its virtue, not its vice. It wears the crown of thorns without spilling a single drop of blood. It doesn't think it is a bad movie. It has a diligently drawn out screenplay. A clear beginning, middle and end with plot devices, which are set up in the first act and pay off in the third. This is not a joke, it is a movie. You never look down on it even for a second. In fact, you revel in it.
What impressed me the most about Eega is that the film has no face. It has no superstar. No star even. It literally has a fly in each frame, first half an hour onwards. To carry this burden through and cast it into the fires of Mount Doom is no child's play. S.S. Rajamouli achieves it and how! The plausibility is never questioned. Why? You are a part of this story now. You want the fly to destroy the villain! Before you know it, you have just had one of the most enjoyable cinematic experiences of your life.view less