K Balachander has mastered the art of giving you a headache and make you feel you want to puke at the same time. This is one of his masterpieces that succeeds in doing exactly that. Bhanupriya and her dances are unbearable, while Mamootty does a credible job. Madhubala and Geetha both test your patience. The only redeeming factor is the fine music of Maragathamani, especially Sangeetha swarangal. Please do yourself a favour. Skip it.
