What is the story about?
Santhosh is a happy school going kid balancing his time between academics and sportive interests. However, a friend's comment about the size of his genitals has him confused and turns his world upside down. When the boy approaches the father to discuss this issue, the latter mistakes his son to be a sex addict and the misunderstanding between the two only grows over the years. Santhosh becomes increasingly insecure about his private parts and the impact it would have on his love life. Will Santhosh ever be able to get past his worries and lead a normal life?
Ek Mini Katha broaches an oft-ignored topic (a man’s insecurity about the size of his manhood) that’s a cause of anxiety among many relationships. As much as it’s interesting that a filmmaker found the issue to be worthy of discussion in a feature film, there’s always a danger that the film could fall into the hands of an insensitive filmmaker. With Ek Mini Katha, all your worst fears come true. While it’s alright that the filmmaker wanted to discuss this issue in a lighter vein, the film’s low-brow humour and vulgar treatment make for an embarrassing watch. Not a single sequence in the film goes beyond the protagonist’s genitals.
The film rides on cheap pleasures all along. Amrutha, the love interest of Santhosh regularly talks of her interests in everything ‘big’ and doesn’t want to think ‘small’. In a scene where the protagonist consults a doctor for a p***s enlargement surgery, he mentions that he would want the length of his genitals increased to a number that’s lucky for Amrutha. Santhosh is even flustered with his mother about his pet name being Chinna (small). Ek Mini Katha is nothing but a series of never-ending inane adult jokes. This only dilutes the core issue of the film and at no point, do you take the protagonist’s concerns seriously.
Santhosh is stuck in one embarrassing situation after the other in his attempt to cover up the issue from his family. Many annoying characters come in the way of the film – the mother who’s always on the phone, an old man obsessed with Pooja Hegde’s legs, a dejected lover desperately trying to end his life, a God-woman staying at Santhosh’s house to cure his problem and an over-excited friend who makes many vain attempts to get the newlyweds to make love. While watching Ek Mini Katha, you can’t help but be reminded of the hit Tamil film Kalyana Samayal Saadham (that was remade later as Shubh Mangal Saavdhaan in Hindi) that dealt with erectile dysfunction minus this crassness.
Picking up a taboo topic for novelty isn’t alone enough and the writing (surprisingly by the hit director Merlapaka Gandhi) is so substandard here. The climax is hurried and juvenile. If at all the film does anything reasonably well, it calls for more open-minded conversations between children and parents about sex. Ek Mini Katha is an extremely vulgar take on a sensitive issue that is partially salvaged by an efficient supporting cast.
Santhosh Sobhan has matured well as an actor in comparison to his previous outings and shows that he has a knack for comedy. Unfortunately, his efforts are wasted down the drain due to the terrible execution. Kavya Thapar has a sizeable role to play as the protagonist’s wife. Though she’s good while she lasts, her characterisation lacks meat.
Brahmaji is undoubtedly the star of the show as a father who fails to empathise with his son. He doesn’t put a foot wrong and it’s hard to imagine if Ek Mini Katha would’ve been even half tolerable in his absence. Comic actor Sudharshan continues his good form, though Posani Krishna Murali is forgettable in a cheap role. The film gets more annoying with the arrival of Sapthagiri. Harshavardhan is as dependable as ever while Shraddha Das is wasted in an inconsequential character.
Music & Other Departments
Pravin Lakkaraju’s numbers aren’t exactly bad but the songs largely obstruct the flow of the narrative and delay the inevitable. Gokul Bharathi’s cinematography is passable and lends enough visual appeal to the result. Ek Mini Katha would’ve been somewhat bearable if it was cut down by at least 40 minutes. Merlapaka Gandhi’s writing is an epic disappointment, given his credentials as a storyteller with a taste for quality humour. The film looks like a series of comedy scenes forcefully stitched together and doesn’t care for nuance/subtlety.
- Performances of Brahmaji, Harshavardhan, Santosh Shobhan and Sudarshan
- The intent to discuss a taboo topic in a lighter vein
- Vulgar treatment of a sensitive story
- Overly sexualised writing
- Long by at least half an hour, unnecessary songs
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