‘Irupathiyonnam Noottandu’ has a contemporariness that is regrettably restricted to its title. Beyond that, it’s a hollow show that cinematically falls way behind its times.
‘My Story’ snuggles into its formulaic mould with ease, and settles down for a very conventional finale, after a couple of hours of romantic non-happenings. Sappy and corny by turns, its only claim to fame would be that it features two of the best actors in showbiz who despite all its daftness, give it their very best shot.
‘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.
‘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.