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If cinema is an art, MR & MRS is a proud stick figure doodle drawn with a broken crayon on a wet napkin.

Vanitha Vijayakumar's attempt at reviving her career with this so-called "romantic drama" ends up being a cringe carnival of clichés, confusion, and catastrophic filmmaking. The plot-if you can call it that-wanders aimlessly like a lost Google Maps pin. It's supposedly about a couple navigating love and trust, but ends up being a glorified TikTok compilation with filter overload and zero soul.

Script? What Script?

Dialogue is written with the emotional depth of a forwarded WhatsApp joke. Characters speak like AI bots fed with outdated soap serials. By the end of the film, you'll start missing the logic and storytelling of 'Yaaradi Nee Mohini' reruns.

Performances: A Workshop in Overacting

Vanitha tries to pull off glam, sass, and seriousness all at once-and fails spectacularly at all three. The male lead, whose name is best forgotten for his own sake, acts like he was blackmailed into showing up on set. Chemistry? Watching them together felt like two strangers forced to hold hands on a sinking boat.

Direction & Editing: A Disaster Reel

Scenes jump with no continuity, BGM blasts your eardrums like a budget horror trailer, and slow-motion shots are used with the subtlety of a hammer. If the director was aiming for style, they missed the mark so hard they hit another genre entirely-unintentional comedy.

Verdict: Skip It Like Your Ex's Voice Note

MR & MRS is a textbook example of self-indulgent cinema that should have stayed in the WhatsApp group where it was first pitched. It's not so-bad-it's-good. It's just bad. Save your time, sanity, and screen-this is one couple you don't want to watch even in your nightmares.

"Retro" might be the name, but this movie is stuck in a painfully slow and senseless loop. The screenplay is an utter mess - disjointed, dragging, and riddled with outdated clichés that test your patience from start to finish. It's almost as if the script was written on the go, with no clear direction or purpose.

Even Suriya, usually a powerhouse performer, seems lost in this chaotic narrative. His expressions feel forced, and the dialogues fall flat, lacking any emotional weight. Supporting actors aren't any better - the performances range from wooden to cringeworthy, making it hard to connect with any character.

Scenes stretch endlessly with no payoff, and the editing does nothing to salvage the pacing. There are entire sequences that could be cut without anyone noticing.

The only silver lining is the music, which stands out like an oasis in a desert of boredom. The retro-themed score is catchy and well-composed - sadly, it's wasted on a film that gives you nothing else to hold on to.

In short: A frustrating experience that fails on almost every front. Watch it only if you want to enjoy the soundtrack - and even then, you're better off just streaming the album.

This hero Prajin- omg- what a useless fellow- cant act, cant dance, literally roaming around like a dog. Cant belive some directors and producers are so dum to even consider this guy. Padikkaatha Pakkangal is the go-to movie for someone who is into unintentionally comical scenes in movies. The film could have ended way before if it weren't for that character. It seemed like the makers brought in a known face and didn't know what to do with him. So, they tried to prolong and stretch the narrative, even though the actual plot they thought of got over way earlier. What's actually comical is that for a film with so many such scenes, the moments that are supposed to be funny come across as unfunny and unassuming. For example, during an interview, an actress and a reporter tell a joke to one another. What can be said about those jokes is that it's good for those characters that the interview in which they say that joke is not out on the Internet (in the film's setting). Because if the interview did get out, then the careers of both the characters-an actress and a reporter-would surely be affected.