‘Paapam Cheyyathavar Kalleriyatte’ is mostly like the character John (Madhupal) in it who spends almost all his screen time idle, smoking away in his room. But when he finally opens his mouth to indulge in a sermon of sorts, you wish he was smoking instead. The film too has a lot of powerhouse tactics in mind, but little bite to go with it.
Efforts are made to keep the fervour level hitting the ceiling, and it possibly even means well, but ultimately ‘Ladoo’ ends up a film that doesn’t deserve any hate, but is hard to like as well.
MC’s ‘Nonsense’ is a bitter sweet concoction that leaves you confounded; partly on account of the sparkles that it has on offer, and partly because of its lack of consistence. This is however a film that is a dare for sure, since it boldly crushes the conformities associated with structure and plot, and tries its hand at something distinctly diverse.
As dispiriting as it sounds, ‘Clint’ is a film that only partially does justice to the incredible life that has inspired it. I would have loved it had it been an uncompromising and moving feature as it should ideally have been, instead of the too straight paper-to-screen adaptation that it has turned out to be.
‘Kadamkatha’ has little to proffer apart from a few faux insights that make an appearance towards the very end. And it’s a very long wait indeed for that final statement, with a screenplay that runs along a done-to-death trail for almost all of its running time.
‘Role Models’ neatly fritters away a talented cast and comes across as more galling than humorous. This is a missed opportunity for sure, and one that lacks any real spark or spur.
‘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.
‘Georgettan’s Pooram’ is a festive film that has its crackers bursting all over the place, hoping to enthuse its viewers with a glittery show of sound and colours. The show over, its blankness becomes way too apparent, and only the distant reverberations of the blasts and bangs and the pungent odour of the smoke remain.