Pluto

local chaos, Pluto aims for a satirical, cartoonish vibe. Yet weak writing, flat comedy, and a lack of structural clarity make it an exhausting watch. Neeraj tries valiantly to sell the emotional breakdowns and high‑decibel slapstick, but his energy is squandered on worn‑out tropes and outdated dialogue. Althaf and Aju manages occasional chuckles, though the script gives him little alien‑like intrigue or creative comedic material to work with. The film’s primary failure lies in its script. For a project pitched as madcap comedy, it leans heavily on decade‑old clichés—the hapless engineering hero, recycled backlog jokes, and forced family drama. Dialogue writing is thoroughly flat, leaving actors stranded without punchlines. Secondary characters and villains are introduced through random, disjointed events that add no value to the core narrative. By the time the alien‑hunt dynamic finally takes center stage, the viewer’s interest has already evaporated. Rather than allowing tension or mood to build organically, songs are awkwardly shoved into key emotional and comedic sequences. On the technical side, Vishnu Sharma’s cinematography and the costume department show flashes of competence, but they cannot salvage the film’s narrative collapse. Pluto is a missed opportunity of cosmic proportions—an uninspired patchwork of outdated tropes and annoying reel‑style humor that crashes long before liftoff.