An improbable set of ridiculous events puts Balakrishnan in a spot. His uncle is to hand over his property to him after he meets his wife, Maya. Trouble is that Maya has apparently ditched him at the last minute over some misunderstanding, and he is in dire need of cash. So he hires an actress to play the role of his wife.
Enter Maya Mohini, who turns out to be a male fugitive with an agenda of his own, dressed up as a woman. Hilarity ensues, or so the filmmakers thought. The film's pure garbage.
I don't know what the fascination is for dressing up guys as girls, but excepting very few instances (a la the talented Robin Williams's Mrs. Doubtfire), it has always fallen flat. Mayamohini is a particularly bad example of this type of movies.
I was turned off from the trailer itself, and decided not to watch it, but some friends told me that there's a rather good twist and reason for the act, and curiosity finally got the better of me. After weighing in the facts, I conclude that my friends were on crack. The trailer hinted at rubbish, and the movie delivered rubbish.
Enter Maya Mohini, who turns out to be a male fugitive with an agenda of his own, dressed up as a woman. Hilarity ensues, or so the filmmakers thought. The film's pure garbage.
I don't know what the fascination is for dressing up guys as girls, but excepting very few instances (a la the talented Robin Williams's Mrs. Doubtfire), it has always fallen flat. Mayamohini is a particularly bad example of this type of movies.
I was turned off from the trailer itself, and decided not to watch it, but some friends told me that there's a rather good twist and reason for the act, and curiosity finally got the better of me. After weighing in the facts, I conclude that my friends were on crack. The trailer hinted at rubbish, and the movie delivered rubbish.