‘Oru Kuprasidha Payyan’ is undermined by quite a few problems and critically lacks the intrigue that could have made a difference. Its overwhelming generic obviousness makes it a slow sinking ship that tugs down along with it a few genuine, terrific performances as well.
‘Johny Johny Yes Appa’ is neither funny nor edgy and leaves you high and dry at the end of its running time. Undermined by emotional incoherence and comic incompetence, this is an unfocussed film that fails to hit its target by a hundred miles.
‘Carbon’ is a draining film; a confounding piece of cinema that requires as much an effort from the viewer to make sense of it, as from the film maker himself in its creation. This certainly isn’t its flaw, and where it tires the spectator out is in its decision to remain obstinately abstract throughout, conjuring up smoke swirls of obscurity and vagueness, and decisively dropping a cue here and there, driving the audience to connect together its disjointed pieces into a rational whole, and compelling them to hunt out the key to the puzzle.
‘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.
Anil Radhakrishnan Menon’s new film ‘Diwanjimoola Grand Prix’ is a far cry from his impressive debut ‘North 24 Kaatham’; a gem of a film that we invariably go back to every time a new movie of his is released. With a script that looks all in tatters, ‘Diwanjimoola Grand Prix’ is a tired out genre flick that squeezes in oodles of talk on culture and what not, but hardly brings anything new to the table.
‘Udaharanam Sujatha’ is an agreeable tale, the logic and realism of which, could forever be questioned. And yet this is the kind of genial material with which upbeat and buoyant films as these are made, and dreams – both mine and yours – are spun.
‘Pokkiri Simon’ is less of a tribute to a superstar, and beneath all the confetti, wolf whistles and blaring horns lurks a tale that’s all set to go on a detour. And when it does, it takes the entire film with it, toppling down like a pack of cards, and very soon losing its way among done-to-death plotways.
‘Avarude Raavukal’ falls short of the basic dramatic tension that drives a film forward. Running for two hours and eleven minutes, it fruitlessly tries to draw out a tissue thin thought into a feature film that sloppily lands all over the place.