‘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.
‘Odiyan’ is a film that needs to be analysed for what it was to be, and what it actually turned out to be. It’s a film that lets a captivating folklore wash effortlessly down a drain, its magic mercilessly muddled by the murk and mud around.
‘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.
It’s quite a recognizable mystery franchise that ‘Abrahaminte Santhathikal’ lays out before you. And it’s this throwback familiarity that holds it back throughout, even as it tries hard to fit in every known thriller trope into its folds.
It’s a fascinating subject without doubt, but one that is lost in an assorted downpour of musty jokes and sentimentalities. At best, ‘Hey Jude’ makes you yearn for the film maker who had gifted you with a gem as ‘Artist’ not long back, and fervently wish he would demonstrate to us what it means to capably blend the tragic with the terrific, yet again.
There is no denying that the premise of ‘Aadhi’ is one that has been around for ages in cinematic history; you are the sole witness to a horrific incident, you get implicated in it and you run for your dear life, all the while striving to disentangle yourself from the terrible mess that you suddenly find yourself embroiled in. It has all been said and done, and Jeethu Joseph’s script of ‘Aadhi’, strictly follows the prescription, in plotting and characterization.
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.
Buried deep beneath the idealistic blabber on revenge and redemption is a sluggishly formulaic thriller plot that renders ‘Villain’ a banal film. Meekly proficient and mostly deflecting, it’s a prolonged rattle that isn’t exactly music to one’s ears.
Arun Gopi’s debut film ‘Ramaleela’ stringently adheres to the requisites of a political thriller , and weaves a tapestry of recognized scenarios to keep the exigencies in check. He is let down by the writing though, where a palpable plot that starts off pretty well meanders into a course that offers much less cheer.
‘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.
Aji Mathew meanders across a road paved with grey stones in Nicaragua, where a girl dressed in a flaming red poof gown sashays down. This pretty much remains a visual statement on what the film is all about ; how empty it is beyond all the ocular flair that it displays, and how fleeting the impressions that it creates are.