It’s been raining for quite a while, so in a mad rush to get out of the house and spend some time outside it for a change, I ended up watching a Tamizh movie called Majaa. Aparently, it means fun (just like mazaa in hindi). In a terrible mix-up with tickets and timings, and the rain adding its two penny worth of trouble, I missed one hour of the movie. As I entered the movie theatre, a fight sequence was on! Imagine! I thought that was the fight in the climax! But I had a good time watching it because most of the time people were yelling at each other and the rest of the time, they were singing! Vikram’s colour-coordinated outfits were uber cool! I mean red dhotis and red and white printed shirts are so cooool! Hats off to anyone who can carry them off! Asin was a tad out of place in the movie. She looked like she was angry at having been cast there! Her past times including defending the hero from angry mobs, casting fake affectionate glaces at him and screaming about lost diamond necklaces after a powercut! Seriously, the script seems to have been written by a guy who was sleep-walking. The dream sequences were as good as the Hindi movie complete with foreign locales et all. Thank god! They left out the gori girls! And in the climax the hero and the hero’s brother threw their father into the air like human trampolines to bring him back to his senses. What drama! What fun!