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        Not many can dispute his abilities as a dancer who transformed himself as a saleable director. But no way Raghavendra Lawrence can stake claims to be an actor. His amateurish work is the horror part of Muni which had all the trappings of a movie breaking the path of a genre.

        Such is the shoddy work of Lawrence that you heave a sigh of relief when the big gun Raj Kiran makes his presence.

        The flashback takes you to the days when the simpleton and good samaritan falls prey to the scheming ways of the local politician. Dhandapani's work is predictable but the zoom shots reflect well the crudeness.

        Lawrence is the happy-go-lucky youngster, pampered by his over zealous parents. Little he is aware of having moved in to a haunted house encircled by Muni's spirits - the powerful locket gets dropped inadvertently in the house where the mortal remains of Muni are put to rest.

        In trying to imitate the mannerisms of Rajnikanth, Lawrence is pathetic.

        As the director too, he cuts a sorry figure. The stunt sequences are a straight lift from Anniyan giving a comical look to the proceedings.

        Muni is an unmitigated disaster. Lawrence has ensured that, in the dual role of actor and director.