The Legend Movie Review : A scientist is inspired to create a treatment for diabetes after the death of a friend, but will he be able to overcome the power of the pharmaceutical industry?
Movie Review for The Legend: JD-Jery uses filmmaker Shankar’s script for his 2007 hit Sivaji to create The Legend. This movie follows the privileged-savior-hero and five-songs-six-fights format of the time, which was already archaic by the end of that decade. After 15 years, watching everything unfold on the big screen makes us bored because every scenario they come up with feels unoriginal, unimaginative, and completely foreseeable. If you manage to avoid falling asleep at some point, congratulate yourself.
The tale’s protagonist is Dr. Saravanan (Legend Saravanan), an allegedly well-known doctor who has revolutionized the science of antibiotics but chooses to work from his hamlet out of concern for his people. His decision to develop a diabetes treatment is motivated by the passing of his diabetic friend (Robo Shankar). The pharma mafia, however, will suffer greatly as a result of Saravanan’s earlier discovery, which allowed patients to determine whether they needed an antibiotic test. Suman, Rahul Dev, and other Indian agents decide to damage Saravanan’s study, as a result, even forcing him to suffer a very personal loss. Can the scientist muster the motivation to carry out his research and be successful in his endeavor?
The entrepreneur Saravanan, who starred as The Legend’s leading character and decided to pursue a career in acting, is the only reason for the film’s buzz. To his credit, Saravanan performs all the heroic duties expected of him, including fighting, seducing the leading ladies, shaking his leg, and yelling punchlines like “Enakku Madhavi mukkiyam illegal… Makkal dhaan mukkiyum.” Unfortunately, he performs all of these without flexing a single facial muscle (the fact that he uses heavy makeup in every shot makes it worse), leaving us with a performance that is as hollow as the movie itself.
It doesn’t help that the other performances are also not very strong. Compared to more experienced performers like Nasser, Prabhu, Vijayakumar, Devadarshini, Sachu, and Thambi Ramaiah, Geethika and Urvashi Rautela seem somewhat out of place. While the late Vivekh deserved a better final film, Yogi Babu is hardly funny. But everyone is always immaculately dressed as if they were in a Saravanan clothing store advertisement.
The only thing JD-Jery does well is gloss over its product to disguise its two main flaws, the screenplay and star performances. The film’s size is reminiscent of big-budget, big-star productions from the 2000s, and even R Velraj’s cinematography and Harris Jayaraj’s opulent but uninspiring score are from that era. Unfortunately, if only they had used some money wasted on pointless songs and stunts for the writing! Sadly, the movie is as straight-faced as they come, but it may have at least been mildly intriguing if it had been intended as a joke or a reflection on the lack of creativity in most of our mass-produced movies. Even a genuine superstar like Rajinikanth couldn’t have saved this vanity film with such poor writing; forget a want to be like Saravanan.