Four films released in a row have made the audience shed tears for different reasons.
 
Tuneega Tuneega marked the debut an ill-prepared Sumanth Ashwin.  It was MS Raju's son, who floundered in emoting in emotional scenes and showed unpalatable mediocrity in comedy scenes.  The love story itself was mishandled by Raju to the extent that some of us wimped when the heroine boozed in a song.
 
It was soon the turn of UKUP to put TT to terrible shame.  Two devils made the one hero (Manoj) pale into irrelevance in the later half.  As the audience scratched their heads to understand why Shekar Raja had to a lust story (of Sonu Sood), a legacy story (of Balayya), and an irritating romantic track (featuring an outrageously made-up Manoj and the ever-so-bad Deeksha Seth), the film lapsed into a perplexing climax that required extraordinary patience to be sit through.  And yes, tears rolled down the cheeks.
 
SVR Junior claimed to be the legatee of the great SVR.  In Mr. 7, however, we saw a child artist in him.  Considering that he is a debutante, who needs to be given some more years to grow up, we cried without being too critical.
 
Andala Rakshasi was the odd one out.  It made some of us cry, but for a different reason.  The emotions simply scorched, the film was a rich interplay of drama and technique.  As Mithuna, Surya, and Goutham waded their way into our hearts, it was an 'andala' feeling indeed!