At the end of it all, ‘Nalpathiyonnu’ strikes you as a film that does only partial justice to the storyline that deserved a much better treatment. As it is, it is more of a fable, the potential of which has only been partly explored.
‘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.
The fine intent notwithstanding, ‘Shubharathri’ does not seem to acknowledge the tremendous transformation that has occurred to cinema in this corner of the world. A bit too aged to make an impression on today’s viewers, it’s a film with a valid message that unquestionably deserved a much finer treatment.
‘Virus’ is an effectual ensemble piece that marvellously bonds together the pieces of a jigsaw, thereby rendering complete, a story of how fortitude eventually stamps over irrepressible fear. Emotionally pervasive and unnervingly real, It is also the kind of film that makes you go for a few extra dabs of your hand sanitizer, as you get all set to key down a review.
‘Dakini’ has none of the inventiveness that its trailer so blatantly suggested the film might have. At best it merely strikes you as a collection of cardboard caricatures that flit around on stage, with plenty of empty talk and emptier circumstances that leave you tremendously worn out at the end of the day.
‘Aabhaasam’ is a scathing lampoon on the disgruntlement – social, political, religious and sexual – that underlies a literate society, and is a daring overnight drive to where we stand today. It holds fast to none of the conventionalities that one would expect of a commercial pot-boiler and truly living up to its title tosses cinematic decorum right into the drains.
‘Aalorukkam’ tackles the complexity of the issue that it confronts with élan, and does not flounder around in dramatics as is usually the case. And for once, the promise is kept; perhaps it’s the first of its kind, at least thematically, in cinema in this corner of the world.
‘Vikadakumaran’ does not manage to work wonders with the slender thread of promise that lies at its core. This one has a plot that gets creakier with time, and at two hours and ten minutes, it huffs and puffs along, before eventually running out of steam.
‘Daivame Kai Thozham K.Kumar Akanam’ looks, sounds and seems a haphazardly joined piece that hardly manages to hold itself together. A laugh here or another one there is all that it has to offer, and for a film that runs for one hundred and fifty minutes, that is a pretty much hefty price to pay.
‘Parava’ is a charming coming-of-age tale with a liberal dose of backtales thrown in. It does gallantly buck time-honoured storytelling strategies with innovative modes of its own, and yet leaves you with that faint regret that despite all its artistry and ambition, it’s not that absolute, flawless piece of cinema that would have left you in a daze.