Ram Gopal Varma is known for hogging the limelight by it through his Twitter or Facebook opinions. Likewise, he ensures even his products draw the same kind of hype and hoopla before they hit the screens.
Woefully, a Ram Gopal Varma's films, are a pale shadow of his earlier ones, and Killing Veerappan is no exception. Other than being a visual retelling of the dreaded poacher's notorious exploits, and the police machinery's repeated failures to nab him alive, before being shot to death, Killing Veerappan offers no new insight. Nor there was any necessity for another film on the mustached elephant ivory marauder.
What roils one is that the film, as Varma claims "is the truth as I know it" as a disclaimer, is tiringly ennui driving and all din and drivel, virtually a visual reportage of the exploits of the forest raider and the efforts of the State machinery to bring him to book.
If Varma's Veerappan is all narcissist twirling his mustache every so often as he fires his gun felling people who betray him, his Muthulakshmi will give any beauty queen and savvy college girl the shivers for she is spic and span in a spotless saree busy cooking and smiling and making merry with her friend Shreya. As to Shreya she walks around like a wide-eyed open zombie wondering whether she is up to it as Muthulakshmi's mate. Actor Shivrajkumar, as the man, who vows to do or die in his effort to nab or feel Veerappan goes through the motions in a listless and lacklustre fashion.
Adding to one's woes is the loud background score that simply splits one's ear drums and you are left deaf with a thudding headache. The camera work just gives one dizziness as you watch it caress the forest contours as the cat and mouse game between Veerappan and cops goes on. Nothing more, nothing less.
Film maker A M R Ramesh had done a better job than Varma's trilingual fare that does not do the man any proud or enhance his reputation.