There’s basically nothing in Rajini Murugan that will even startle you, not to mention knock your socks off. It’s all that you’ve seen as of now, yet you know the thing that separates stars from performers? They’re ready to take your brain off the senseless story; they’re ready to make you overlook that the plot is feeble, that the tunes(regardless of the fact that snappy) are extreme, that the affection story is backward. Rajini Murugan makes it sufficiently clear that Sivakarthikeyan, as he has done before in his profession, is entirely equipped for making a beneath normal script appear to be normal… at times, above-normal even. Maybe that is the reason many little stars meet up to frame the title.
The director allows himself to get carried away by the masala action template now and then, only to stop himself at the last minute and seek recluse in comedy. And that’s one of the chief reasons I couldn’t really summon too much dislike for Rajini Murugan, despite a horribly written love track in which Murugan follows the mindnumbingly mundane technique of standing outside a girl’s house until she budges. In this film, he actually takes it a step further and sets up a tea shop, so he can make some money while staring at her house’s windows. It’s worse when the girl is shown being sympathetic towards his cause. “He’s set up a tea shop just for me, ” she dreamily tells her friend. Oh, a tea shop. What a romantic gesture. Perhaps a public restroom would’ve been more romantic?
Tamil film has, always, been fixated on uncovering the following Rajinikanth. Dhanush’s name has been hurled regularly. Simbu’s name has come up as well. Be that as it may, there might well be an underdog gradually sneaking up on them. Furthermore, he can even move.