As dispiriting as it sounds, ‘Clint’ is a film that only partially does justice to the incredible life that has inspired it. I would have loved it had it been an uncompromising and moving feature as it should ideally have been, instead of the too straight paper-to-screen adaptation that it has turned out to be.
‘Thrissivaperoor Kliptham’ is a zigzagging account of petty gang warfare at Thrissur, which despite a distinguished ensemble of actors at its helm doesn’t get its act right. There is far too much going on here and yet far too little that actually matters, that makes it a film that often gets muffled by its own ambition.
There are a few masterly strokes of the film maker that are on display in ‘Varnyathil Aashanka’ that point at how compelling a film it could actually have been. It’s a figure of speech that gets its act only partly right, and its hesitance to fully embrace its goofiness, renders it a much lesser movie than one anticipates it to be.
Venugopan’s ‘Sarvopari Palakkaran’ has as much of Pala in it, as there is prose in prosody. A film that has literally nothing to do with Pala or Palakkad for that matter, Sarvopari Palakkaran’ gains its ceremonious title from the mere fact that its male lead hails from Pala.
‘Chunkzz’ is a catastrophic celebration of sexist jokes that will have you running for cover. In his second directorial venture after ‘Happy Wedding’, Omar Lulu tries his luck with the same trite formula once again, and scores further down the rung.
‘Kadamkatha’ has little to proffer apart from a few faux insights that make an appearance towards the very end. And it’s a very long wait indeed for that final statement, with a screenplay that runs along a done-to-death trail for almost all of its running time.
Saheed Arafath’s film takes it real slow, but keeps its passion intact, and works on its patience to evolve into a film that has a life of its own. Beautifully captured on screen and adroitly directed, it could very well boast of being a notable film that unfolds its tale in its own sweet time.
‘Minnaminungu’ is not a mere tale of resilience and determination. It is an estimable film, the slip-ups of which are brilliantly veiled by a terrific lead, who thereby elevates it to much loftier heights. Unhurried in pace and simple in structure, it’s also a classic case of a fine actor standing tall over material.
There is the final scene that for me is the very best thing about ‘Sunday Holiday’, where the tales cross over to skilfully amalgamate into one. And it is this point that leaves you rueful, and wish that the romance that had preceded it had the bite that could have smartened it up into an evenly exhilarating cinematic experience.
‘Ayal Sasi’ strikes us as a counter measure to religious bigotry and cultural hysteria. Sajin Baabu and his deliciously irreverent work promises to force no amendments; rather it revels in an odd sense of acceptance and focuses on the absurdity of it all, where in lies its absolute charm.
At the end of an extremely long narration, vice is vanquished and righteousness triumphs. And you look back at it and what you see is an overly self indulgent film that never really knew where to knock it off, and which has instead evolved into an easily foreseeable experience that is obsessed with its own importance.