Geethu’s refusal to stick to stereotypes and her affecting reading of a love tale that tears up the social tapestry earn for ‘Moothon’ a distinctive place amidst the sparsely lit up landscape of queer cinema in the country. The howls and catcalls and the loud sniggers and the off-colour jokes in the cinema halls notwithstanding, it’s a cinematic composition that needs to be appreciated for its compassionate and unapologetically adult take on human sexuality.
This oddly gruesome thriller has the bite, but just not enough of it to keep the viewers dangling on their seat edges. Which is why, despite the spine-tingling moments here and there, ‘Underworld’ eventually leaves you impassive and indifferent.
The one take back that the film does offer is courtesy Berny Ignatious and the very beautiful number ‘Puthumazhayayi Vannu Nee’ from the original film is played yet again in the sequel. The rest of it is however, just a misaligned combo of horror tropes that lie scattered all over the place.
‘Edakkad Battalion 06’ is a laborious endeavour that despite all its good intentions fails to hit the bull’s eye. This is a film that you anticipate would let out a high sounding roar, but which ends up delivering a strenuous whimper instead.
There are bound to be several viewers out there who would consider ‘Aadya Rathri’ as undamaging, passable entertainment, which indeed it is. But it has nothing new or fresh to bring to the genre, and seriously suffers from the limitations of its imagination.
Pretty much similar to the unproductive climactic sequence that involves man and a shark and the ultimate finale that follows, ‘Pranaya Meenukalude Kadal’ tells a story that hardly transcends. With waves and waves of clichés lapping against its shores, this is a sea that appears as bland as it is blue.
Lijo Jose Pellissery’s ‘Jallikkattu’ is a searing reminder of how primal we still remain and how readily the facades of culture and civilization topple down all around us, when the primordial instincts within us, run riot. Uncompromising to the core and often beguiling the viewer, this is a fascinating film set on an astonishing momentum that reaffirms the director’s reputation as a fabulous film maker who ruthlessly shreds up and throws genre conventionalities to the winds.
There is no way in which we could turn our faces away from the pertinence of the theme, and its truer than ever today that as technology overwhelms our lives, a button press could wreck a series of lives, including ours. In addition to the significant stream of thought that it offers, ‘Vikruthi’ is also is a decently appealing film that has its bountiful share of charming moments.
‘Manoharam’ has those sparks that you cannot definitely miss, but leaves you wanting for much more. It’s surely not without its charms, and yet it rarely rises above the level of its conventional premise.
A story that could have struck gold a couple of decades back, Mammootty in a role that does justice neither to him nor to the hundreds of thousands of his admirers all over the world and slipshod film making that is all over the place – Ramesh Pisharody’s ‘Gana Gandharvan’ is best summed up in these three terse statements.
‘Rubaru Roshni’ is a stark reminder of the arbitrary ways traversed by the human mind and its immense potentiality to heal and be healed. Brimming with subtle nuances it narrates three heart wrenching tales that should serve as visceral memoirs of the immense power to forgive, if not to forget, and the indomitable goodness that we all sport within.