By Sam Trailerman
This isn’t a movie. It’s a melody you’ll catch like a cold. Let me tell you what Sing Geetham actually feels like when you’re just a regular person with a tub of popcorn and zero patience for lectures.
This isn’t your usual masala movie where the hero punches 10 guys, and suddenly it rains rose petals. This one’s about a dusty little place called Kuberapuram. Mining companies have already chewed the land up like it was last night’s leftover Biryani. Trees? All gone.
Except one. And in that one tree lives Gauri. Not a goddess, not a ghost, just a woman who probably pays better rent to nature than we do to our landlords.
Then our guy Prathap (Ayaan) walks in. Troubled, jobless, heartbroken, sounds like every second cousin in every family WhatsApp group. He falls for Gauri (Ahilya Bamroo), obviously.
Because what else do you do when you meet a woman living in a tree? You fall in love. But here’s the twist: some ruthless businesswoman (Nivetha Pethuraj) in a pant-suit decides the last tree must go. Bulldozers roll in, the tree goes down, and boom. Cursed.
Now this is where Singeetham Srinivasa Rao (the director), at 94, pulls a fast one on all of us. The whole village loses normal speech.
You want to yell at your neighbour for stealing water? You have to sing it. You want to ask for salt? Sing for it. Angry? Opera. Sad? Bhajan. Gossiping? Full-blown qawwali at 7 am. Imagine your uncle trying to bargain at the vegetable market in Raga Bhairavi. That’s Kuberapuram now.
And DSP, Devi Sri Prasad, the man, doesn’t compose songs here; he weaponises them. Every tune is sticky. The kind that hijacks your brain in the shower for weeks. You don’t watch these songs. You survive them. Because 10 minutes later, you’re humming along whether you want to or not. That’s the trick. The film doesn’t ask you to sing along. It curses you, same as the villagers. You walk out of the cinema arguing with the taxi driver in a melody. You catch yourself. You laugh. Then you do it again.
Look, I’m not gonna lie. If you came for item numbers, car chases, or punch lines every 30 seconds, this movie will test you. It stumbles. It takes its sweet time. But its heart? That old man of 94 put his whole heart in it. It’s about greed. About how we bulldoze everything and then act surprised when the world starts charging us interest. But it doesn’t preach. It sings. And somehow, when a whole village is forced to tell the truth because they literally cannot lie without breaking tune, you start thinking about your own life. About the trees you never planted. About the apologies you never gave.
Sing Geetham isn’t a movie you consume. It’s how it consumes you, spits you out humming, and leaves you wondering why your daily fights can’t have better background music.
So go for it if you’re a movie lover. Watch it if you’re a music lover. Don’t if you think movies are just a way to pass the time between dinner and sleep. Because this one will follow you. It’ll sit in your head, warm like a forgotten tune your grandma used to sing while cooking. And before you know it, you’ll be singing too. Not because the film told you to. Because you won’t have a choice.
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