A movie review by Balaji Balasubramaniam

| Cast: | Srikanth, Namitha, Hemamalini, Nasser |
| Music: | Yathish |
| Direction: | Rajeshwar |
Santosh(Srikanth) is the creative head at Teen TV, a television channel. One of his Candid Camera-like programs leads to him marrying Savithri(Hemamalini), who has just graduated from college. Excited about a big promotion, Santosh's hopes are dashed when his boss(Nasser) hands the top job to his wife Kamini(Namitha) instead. Kamini insults Santosh right from the beginning but has other plans in mind.
The circumstances under which Srikanth weds Hemamalini are completely unrealistic but it is easy to overlook that since the romance plays a secondary role. But things don't get better even when Namitha enters the picture. She is too brazen to make her character realistic and it is even more unbelievable when Srikanth falls in love with her considering her behavior.
"Sexual Harassment is about power, not sex" was the underlying principle of the English version but the director here has not picked up on that. It's all about sex and the sexual harassment seems like an afterthought. Namitha is married to Nasser and uses sex as a weapon to get what she wants in all phases of her life. So when she calls Srikanth over, her intention is just sexual gratification and not workplace politics to further her career. That makes her objectives rather regular and reduces the movie to a simplistic one about a transparent, vindictive woman.
Vivek enters with a bang with a recreation of a scene from Gauravam that successfully straddles the line between respectful homage and funny spoof. But then he is asked to do double duty as both a serious lawyer and a comedian and it doesn't really work. Making him an out-of-work lawyer who takes up acting jobs seems ike the director wanting to have his cake and eat it too and the two don't really go together. The fact that his comedy segments aren't really funny doesn't help and his act reduces the seriousness of the climactic showdown in the court.
Srikanth, after Poo, once again plays second-fiddle to the heroine though his role is a lot more pathetic here. He isn't completely blameless but is sincere enough to get us on his side. Namitha gets a meatier role than her usual 'one item number-two lines of dialog' routine. She tries to play the sexy siren but doesn't really make it work as her Amazonian build only manages to look vulgar in all those teeny dresses. Hemamalini is adequate while Nasser is stuck in a really thankless role.