‘Lonappante Mamodeesa’ is a decent, easy watch, that despite all its hitches retains its capacity to charm. It’s also an assertion as to how even the commonplace, at times, has the ability to draw and delight.
Thattumpurath Achuthan’ looks way out of place and period as the planet gets all ready to spin its way into 2019, and leaves you unfulfilled and peculiarly droopy.
‘Ente Ummante Peru’ strikes you as a missed opportunity, with a handful of awesome performers lending their very best to a tale that does little justice to them. Despite all its earnestness it fails to connect with the viewers, and comes across as a detached, overwrought cinematic piece.
‘Aanakkallan’ is a disappointment of colossal proportions that makes you want to reach out to Biju Menon and point out that he needs to take a breather. One long look at the kind of choices that he has made of late, and he should sense that it’s time for him to perhaps take it a bit slow, lest the crowd enthusiasm in his films drops down like a stone tossed from the top of a hill.
Soumya Sadanandan’s film feature debut is majorly marred by some bland writing that fails to hold itself all together. Which is why, ‘Mangalyam Thanthunanena’ strikes you as a vehicle with a flat tyre that is quite unlikely to make a move across viewer hearts.
‘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.
Shamdat decides to go for a partly experimental account in ‘Street Lights’, but gets stuck with mostly one-dimensional characters in underdeveloped situations. With an add-on climax that goes on a few minutes even after all the action has come to a close, ‘Street Lights’ seems and sounds a bit too contrived to be real.
Sugeeth in his latest film ’Shikari Shambhu’ seems to have taken to the belief that a tiger hard-pressed into a story that is as old as cinema itself could make all the difference. It gets caught somewhere between a comic book and a thriller, ending up neither.
‘Aana Alaralodalaral’ tries to make the best of what it has, but the sad thing is it doesn’t have much, and the little it has, has an outmoded air to it. The ultimate result of this trumpet that lasts for a couple of hours but which seems and sounds much longer, is nothing but mediocrity, and that too, stacks of it.