Cinematic licence, at times, seems better, than faithfully following a literary work. Having given a sauve and snazzy Edigarike with delectable direction, Suman Kittur woefully seems to have flattered to deceive in her latest visit at movie marquee. Her Karigoorina Gayyaligalu turns out a bitter sweet outing in that while the raunchy comedy works, the film, on the whole, doesn’t. Making cuckolds of men in order to drive home her point about fiestiness of the women folk of the village, turns the film into more of a humorous caricature than serious, engaging, entertaining cinema. Episodic in its rendition, lacking in literal structure, Karigoorina suffers from a lack of larger purpose than capture the humurous nature of Tejaswi’s work than dwell into the larger social issue that the film does touch upon rather obliquely. Revolving around the five women, besides the local illicit toddy shop and the scheming Godman and his obliging gram sevak the film captures the happenings more as a dispassionate observer than trying to engage the audience in the larger discourse of how guillible villagers are taken for a ride by the various men, who take advantage of their native naivety. Even the humour, which is more of the village side raw and risque one, seems made up than natural, while the acting too fails to rise above the ordinary. Suman seems to have lost the plot in trying to not to digress from Tejaswi’s rendering of the village vaudeville lest she be hauled over the coals. Even mentor Agni Sridhar’s dialogue and screenplay seems matter of fact than going into the subtlety and nuances of the narrative that offered itself for finer and larger social interpretation. Suman’s Karigoorina Gayyaligalu comes across as a half-hearted job as one is never engaged in the drama that unfolds with snooze getting the better of one in the dog day afternoon. Sad!