Villu is Prabhu Deva’s version of the Hindi box office hit Soldier. It dawns on you as the movie progresses and sadly when your next seat neighbor is an over-enthusiastic bloke who can’t help but revealing the incidents of Soldier in correlation with Villu, you have no choice other than to blame your stars. Having said that, we do not mean Prabhu Deva made a good adaptation of Soldier – not that if he attempted it, things would’ve been any better. With tacky production values, shabby cinematography and amateurish direction Villu comes across as a more than two-hour long torment that only less people deserve – those who have committed some unpardonable crime, perhaps.
Villu’s story is reminiscent of the prehistoric Tamil cinema formulas – son taking revenge over his father’s killers to satiate his mother’s wishes. And of course, there is time for love, double crossing, comedy and some sentiments in the midst.
Nayan’s presence serves the purpose of eye candy – she wears micro minis(she even asks you so in one of the songs), bras disguised as tops, dangerously low-waist skirts and spaghetti tops. Whatever happened to that naïve and talented girl of Ayya and Manasinakkara? Although Vadivelu’s unimaginative comedy track(yes, the track has absolutely no connection whatsoever with the movie’s main plot) is boisterous and loud, it serves as a saving grace for the movie in many instances.