Saaho begins with the promise of a skilled high octane shareholder. Impossibly high sky scrapers, all with golden edges. A group of extremely international bad guys, all in designer black. Villains in ostentatious lairs, dirty mills, policemen in civilian clothes and uniforms, bad guys who can be good, good guys who can, gasp, be very bad, all in search of a big stash of money. And directed by Prabhas, who crossed the gigantic canvas of Baahubali, opening a powerful path to mythical victory.
Saaho movie cast: Prabhas, Shraddha Kapoor, Murali Sharma, Neil Nitin Mukesh, Chunky Panday, Mahesh Manjrekar, Mandira Bedi, Prakash Belawadi, Arun Vijay, Jackie Shroff, Evelyn Sharma
Saaho movie director: Sujeeth
Saaho movie rating: One and a half stars
Everything a thriller needs is here, and you install yourself, fully prepared for a non-stop, breathless trip, firing from all cylinders. But Saaho turns out to be a wet squib.
Unfortunately, very little does. Prabhas, who with his kind smile and a rock-carved construction that made us gasp in Baahubali, also has a naked body moment here. It also flies from the cliffs, jumps from the skyscrapers, drives elegant cars and scatters some cheerful lines while falling in love with the Anitha (Kapoor) police, while singing and dancing in picturesque places.
Prabhas is perfectly suited for throwing sharp things at tattooed guys built like trucks, and cutting a phalanx of heavy materials without spending too much effort. And he has the ability to minimize and be funny. What is also good is that its distinctive South Indian accent is not hidden in the dubbed version: our heroes are finally Pan-Indians. When it is being easy and light, they are the only observable moments in this gigantic company. And also when Chunky Panday leaves some good lines and delivers them with the ease of a veteran.
The characters come and go, passing us so fast that we never felt inverted. The cars explode as if there were no tomorrow. Grunted men appear with bazookas. A Roman-style arena, complete with a duel, conjures up (don’t ask). Clearly, those responsible for the plot (what is that) believe that if they throw everything at us, some of that will remain.
The rest, including Kapoor’s mistake as a cunning policeman, goes blurry. Jackie Shroff is wasted on a short cameo, and that’s a shame because he brings a light to the table that nobody else has. Bedi, dressed in magnificent earth-colored saris, does not have a single evil bone in her body, and Neil Nitin Mukesh becomes a more unfortunate character who lets herself float in this endless rat-rat-tattooed. tat, biff-bang-thud, oh-there-goes-another-body-but-who cares about the company.