With all the human presence, it’s the loud honking, smoke puffing monster centipede of a truck that grabs and keeps your attention all along. Despite a very odd guess-the-man game that plucks the fun out of it, ‘Overtake’ is a daring visual adaptation that does have its few moments.
It’s a nothing plot that evolves into nothing that messes up ‘Goodalochana’. Strange and sad, since all that colour, energy and flair that it had in store, looks regrettably frittered away in this stratagem sans a strong spine.
‘Vishwa Vikhyatharaya Payyanmar’ is a dismayingly frivolous affair that should disappear into oblivion much faster than it probably thought it would. Quickly running out of charms, it’s a disposable cinematic experience that is peeled and tossed away, the moment you walk out of the theatres.
Buried deep beneath the idealistic blabber on revenge and redemption is a sluggishly formulaic thriller plot that renders ‘Villain’ a banal film. Meekly proficient and mostly deflecting, it’s a prolonged rattle that isn’t exactly music to one’s ears.
While it remains that there is little wrong with blatantly brandishing a view point through a film, to remain blind to the manifold complexities and fine nuances that do not let the real world be easily partitioned into clear cut cubicles of extremities, could prove to be fatal. This takes a toll on the believability of the film, without doubt, and strips it of the possibilities of reflection, if any.
‘Crossroad’ is a loosely screwed in ensemble, pieces of which keep falling off every time it tries to punch in a point. It’s unlikely to be remembered as a benchmark in portmanteau films, and leads you into the hum-ho zone in no time. Strike off those last three shorts, and you might literally find yourself stranded on the crossroads with this one.
A primitive allure that had been long lost makes a revisit through ‘Kaattu’, and it’s a peculiar combo of the dismal and the lyrical that Arun Kumar Aravind comes up with in his new film. It’s a complex character drama that is tonally and visually notable; a foreboding and dark tale that makes for austere viewing and told with an uncanny grace.
The very evident intent is to craft a wild and crazy run, but the character development in ‘Lava Kusha’ renders it a routine endeavour. The fleeting moments of humour aren’t enough to retrieve this middling enterprise that makes you forget even the odd smiles that it generates by the end of its agonizingly extended running time.
Christopher Abbott is the man, and in Josh Mond’s critically acclaimed ‘James White’ he plays a twenty something youngster who is terrified at the way life keeps slipping through his fingers. He is ably supported by Cynthia Nixon, who plays his mother Gail White, who has been battling with cancer.
Shlok Sharma’s ‘Haraamkhor’ that released earlier this year, is a film that blows you off your feet, for that insanely talented actor that Nawazuddin Siddiqui is. It does score brownie points on account of its highly volatile theme, but the actor palpably towers over the material here.
It’s a huge risk to dabble with anthologies, and Bejoy Nambiar takes on the task with immense ambition. But as a collective, ‘Solo’ runs with sparsely solid segments, that scores a point for its structure and format, but falls short of filling it up with germane and gripping substance.