Read The Film’ Zombie Reddy’ Review
In patches, Zombie Reddy is ok entertainment – especially when it channels its sense of humor. The title credits play to a version of ‘Go Corona Go’ and seems to set up a potentially reverential film. Like during Shaun of the Dead, the zombies, at times, are treated because of the mindless trolls they’re. A zombified older man is kept in check with the straightforward trick of a recovery collar around his neck.
A zombie Draupadi is on stage disrobing Dushasana. These are funny ideas then long as Zombie Reddy seems to be having fun, I did too. But, our movies are never happy doing one thing, are they? From time to time, a repetitive horror scream echoes within the background, the moon turns red, and therefore the zombies get treated like they were ghosts during a horror film.
That’s perhaps why a poster of Ram Gopal Varma’s Dheyyam is referenced within the beginning. Additionally, there’s the entire Rayalaseema men-brandishing-sickles angle also. Towards the top, there’s a twist concerning a female lead that’s painfully obvious. And on top of all this, there’s the hint of divine assistance too. For a movie that ought to be having fun as zombies run riot in Rayalaseema, it just seems to suffocate itself with all the varied predictable ideas it’s trying to cram in.
Right at the start, though, there’s much promise of what looks to shaping up to be a localized zombie film. As our young leads, exposed to the computer game world, recognize a zombie (in a while. “Jamie?” they are going, looking equally as dull because of the zombies that strut around, drooling. I wish this film had tugged at these strings further and explored what it takes for the Kurnool locals to comprehend what’s happening. The various perennially furious men within the region, baying for blood as they’re, don’t seem all that different from zombies.
The film, in parts, gets likeably reverential also. A zombified older woman gets smashed to pulp. A limbless ruffian becomes the butt of a couple of visual gags. And yet, this is often a movie that’s keen to try to do good by its two lead women (Anandhi, Daksha Nagarkar), both shown to be bad**es in their title. One wears a saree and wields a trident because the imagery of Kali is invoked. The opposite may be a video junkie, and an attempted gun is her weapon of choice.
n one scene, because the male lead, Mario (Teja Sajja), commands his male friend to accompany the girl, she coolly rejects his condescending, albeit caring, offer and asks him to use the assistance instead. It’s a movie that tires itself with all that it tries to try to in its two-hour duration. Perhaps my least favorite of its many explorations is that the divine angle towards the top, as a temple and its lingam are available to save lots of the day, as if the zombie virus were the work of satan.
How this solution is received is quite crude and convenient. For of these faults, it’s a movie that I’m tempted to be quite kind to, mainly on account of its filmmaking finesse. A video game-like portion has Mario walking out of his home and scoring points while performing street stunts. Like that gorgeous visual imagery as Mario, who’s doused in petrol, employs Neo-like agility to avoid incoming firecrackers. I only hope that remainder of the film had had the maximum amount of fun with its material.
