Taking off from where your other behindwoods visitor talks about Ayan, here's my take as well. Taking an eight year old to a film can be a challenging task in itself. Being full off beans they want to know if the movie has enough comedy or will Suriya uncle be nice etcetera. Anyway when you have managed to assuage your child’s apprehensions of a film, you realize that the caramelized popcorn is almost over and the film has not even begun. Fortunately the first 20 odd minutes are racy enough to make you forget that your munchies are over. What begins as an adrenalin rush is over before you can say Congo....For the first time you have a "bondesque..." look and feel to a Tamil film and while it starts well, it begins to meander into small inconsequential gullies and is soon lost. I honestly would have loved it if the director had done away with all the songs except the first one in the film. None of the others were required and nor did they stay in your mind or hearts.
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