Divya Delhi:  And it’s a sight for our eyes.  Keerthy flails her fragile limbs, shakes her midriff and dances like  Govinda with a sprained ankle. She is Apoorva, the head sarpanch of the village which is about to run out of grave spots for the dead. Dig that? Now comes the clincher. Apoorva who keeps getting tips from her dead dad (he too behaves like he has just seen a ghost) on how to run a village filled with seething dimwits who make so many faces in the camera, it feels like a satire for the highschool of the specially abled. To extract humour out of death is not an easy task. Comedy is a grave matter in this original but frequently over-underlined film.  Director  Ani. I.V. Sasi has little patience with sensible amusement. The humour here is so hectic, it feels like a scramble to the finish line with every character behaving as if on parole from a mental institution. Keerthy Reddy is interesting in a fusion of  Chaplin and Yogi Babu. She abandons her habitual daintiness with uneven results. However, she remains interesting in her quirky avatar to the end. If there is one reason to watch this film, it’s the leading actress.