Srikant plays his Man Friday, ATM (Any Time Murder) with style, and a great tapori acccent. With a little help from his bhai log, Shankar manages both feats and spends the rest of his time going about college, handing out hugs and good cheer. So our hero's ultimate ambition is to pass all his exams and get hitched with his enemy's daughter. Lingam maava is the dean of the medical college and has a daughter that Shankar has his heart set on, Sunita (Sonali Bendre). Paresh Rawal does what he can, but he's neither as pompously authoritative nor as funny as Boman Irani. Ramalingeshwara Swamy or Lingam maava, as Shankar likes to call him. Shankar's arch nemesis and the J Dot Asthana of this enterprise is Dr. When they find out the truth and leave heart-broken, he swears, in a drunken stupor, to become a doctor if it's the last thing he does. Amma and Naanna (Girish Karnad) think their son has grown up to become a philanthropic doctor, when actually he is the clown-prince of goondadom. Shankar is the biggest don of underworld Hyderabad, who runs a charity hospital for ten days every year, when his parents come visiting. Otherwise, the film is just an instant translation of Munnabhai MBBS, minus the magic of surprise. The characters also come alive when any local reference of this sort is made. This second sequence is hilarious, with idiomatic gems like "Vulture eats 100 buffaloes, cyclone come, dead" or the more ironic, "In front is crocodile festival". The audience only goes crazy at two points: when Chiru dances, and when Dada distributes gyaan in English. Instead of working with its natural strengths, Shankar Dada takes the easy way out and does a copy-paste job. Sad, because it had some brilliant elements to play around with: Chiranjeevi's instinctive sense of comedy the chemistry he shares with his bunch of cronies, Srikanth, Venu Madhav and others and the immense rib-tickling potential of Hyderabad's local flavor. Shankar Dada sticks doggedly to the second approach. There are two ways to remake a popular film in spirit or in word. As an entertainer, it clocks a steady, if not spectacular, 2.5 on the entertainment-scale. How can you face the delirious mob waiting hopefully outside the theater in the heat and tell them the movie doesn't live up? How can you say this and keep all your teeth? Shankar Dada is no Munnabhai. Having first-day-first-show tickets to Chiru's latest is not always a good thing.
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