‘Kalyanam’ makes a celebration of being lost in its formulaic twirls, and forces an unabashed repetition of household instances from a dozen romantic capers of yore. It’s a pretty tiresome marriage, as my fellow spectator insists, one of which, the jubilations are very unlikely to last long.
Prajesh Sen’s sparkling directorial debut ‘Captain’ shines the spotlight on the life and unfortunate demise of an incredible footballer, who wore unrivalled accomplishments on his sleeve. A glorious tribute to a player who eventually got worn out grappling with personal demons, Sen’s malleable biopic is a perceptive portrayal of the player, and more importantly, the man that V P Sathyan was.
Kamal’s ‘Aami’ falls short of the requisites of an elegant biopic by a mile, and plays along like an unimaginatively scripted radio show, never really drawing you in, and never really letting you leave either. There is little of that captivating life that had enamored us here, or even less of the angst and authenticity of the woman who had chosen to live and love on her own inimitable terms.
The point that ‘Rosapoo’ is trying to get at, remains elusive throughout. The dull stretches are hardly smoothed out, and while trying to achieve too much, it settles for much less. Wrapped up in a glitter cover all around, ‘Rosapoo’ is a dreary box that springs up zero surprises on you when finally tugged open; a gauche comedy gawks at you from beneath the stylish production design.
Najeem Koya’s ‘Kaly’ aspires to be testosterone fuelled. It however turns out to be little more than an expendable diversion; one that is so caught up with its own indulgences, that it rarely hits a mark or scores a point in the course of its entire running time of an unbelievably long one hundred and sixty three minutes!
It’s a fascinating subject without doubt, but one that is lost in an assorted downpour of musty jokes and sentimentalities. At best, ‘Hey Jude’ makes you yearn for the film maker who had gifted you with a gem as ‘Artist’ not long back, and fervently wish he would demonstrate to us what it means to capably blend the tragic with the terrific, yet again.