Pandigai Review: An Engaging Thriller Despite The Romance & Sentiment

Pandigai may have a celebratory ring to it, if you walk into the movie blind. Even if it doesn’t, it’d certainly bring to mind something cheerful. A rural romance, perhaps, or something a la Appuchi Gramam and Kanavu Vaariyam. And, that’s the first round of victory for director Feroz. He begins the movie with a cricket match on television, and pans across audiences behind the screen.. There’s the den of a rich, villainous overlord, a bar with a cheering crowd, and the very homely living room of a middle-aged man, whose pregnant wife berates him for gluing himself to the television. Just when you think these are regular audiences, with regular lives, the man at the bar cheers India’s loss, while the father-to-be tears up. His lips quiver comically, and it’s all so absurdly funny till his wife yells. He had gambled his house away on the match. Pandigai has that kind of lovely, dark comedy.

Meanwhile, the man in the bar, who had bet on England’s victory, is cheerful; he tips the bartender (Kreshna) generously, even as the latter watches him with accusing eyes. So call me anti-nationalist, the man says, I just made a little money on a game that is the country’s largest money-spinner.

The rich overlord, on the other hand, is impassive; it was as if he knew what was about to happen.

Pic: Newretrowave.com

*****

Director Feroz could be a 90s video-game junkie. A poster of Pandigai is eerily similar to that of the bruised face of William Blazkowicz from the popular first-person shooter video game, Wolfenstein 3D, originally released for MS-DOS in 1992. The dark, sinister corridors that the protagonists navigate in the film, while escaping a bunch of hardened criminals, are familiar as well. Nothing compares to those jerky, digital movements of old, though. Or a ‘Nazi’ taking aim just as you turn a corner, greedily collecting all the ammo and the ‘lives’. The similarities stop with the poster, of course, and perhaps the overall setup. And when Feroz makes one of his protagonists own a local video game parlour, you can’t help wonder if that’s some kind of a hidden tribute to the director’s inspirations.

The other poster looks delightfully pulpy. The kind you snatch off a peg from the book-store for a long journey. There’s Kreshna, uniformly bloody and bruised in both posters, and there’s Anandhi, who takes on the mantle of Indian cinema’s favourite trope for heroines. The two-wheeler riding, very annoying, trying-to-be-cute-but-failing girlfriend. She has Kreshna buy her a frothy beer, (for washing hair, she insists), gets drunk, and calls him up for a hangover remedy. Kreshna, after some mild flirtation, and a song, forgets about her. The movie does, too – which perhaps isn’t an entirely bad thing.

Kreshna as Velu, who works as a bartender at a luxury hotel, comes with an unenviable past. Just as he’s looking to make a quick buck to fund his travel abroad, a chance encounter with a man who owns a local video-game parlour, introduces him to ‘pandigai‘ – a series of late-night, unauthorised wrestling matches that take place in an old theatre. Velu is soon entangled in a web of deception and crime, plans a heist, and gets caught. The music – by RH Vikram – is new and nuanced in these sequences; nothing about the score would reveal that the movie is, in fact, a thriller. Even when on an intense chase, Vikram doesn’t slip into those banal thriller notes. He’s so reminiscent of Santhosh Narayanan of the old.

Pandigai, as a canvas, is a splash of red. Not a minute passes by without a bloodied face or eye. The script is pacy, and there’s enough intrigue, but nothing prompts an …investment. When Velu struggles for a job, and gets beaten in the ring, the movie tries to show him in a sympathetic light. But you are content staying a distant spectator; and not even the sequence with the heavily pregnant woman – an obvious emotional cue – works up enough sympathy. The clumsily-orchestrated sequence though, reveals a desperate intent: to blatantly sentimentalize an engaging script in an effort to get the audience to root for the protagonists. And, there lies the tragedy.

*****

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Ivan Thanthiran Review: Well Intentioned But Unrealistic Take on Engineering College Extortion

There’s a moment in Ivan Thanthiran that makes for a perfect picture. A close-up of Gautham Karthik’s face bang in the middle of the screen, framed in rain. It’s just so right on axis, that it’s strangely therapeutic. Or perhaps it’s the wonderfully-synchronized movement of rain against something still. Whatever it is, the effect is beautiful. Nothing against Gautham Karthik, of course – he’s a pretty boy, I grant you that, slipping right into the role of a genius engineer after a momentary lapse. There’s no fanfare around his introduction on screen – just a blunt cut to his bruised face. He’s being battered to death by a bunch of goons.

R Kannan seems to have some pent-up angst against engineering colleges; he gets RJ Balaji to deliver a lengthy monologue deriding the plight of engineering graduates. Yet, as the film progresses, he sympathizes with them, calling out the rising tuition fee and absurd rules of the colleges. In the same breath, he also gets RJ Balaji to deliver another lengthy monologue defending the profession as a whole.

This love-hate relationship notwithstanding, his hero (Gautham Karthik as Sakthi) is a brilliant college dropout who designs hardware. He’s made a savior of, his brilliance reiterated every few seconds. In one instance, he ransoms his way out of the police station after fixing a woman cop’s computer. And that merits him a victory lap in the form of song. The sort that you watch with one eye.

*****

The sets of Ivan Thanthiran are beautiful, even if a little bizarre. Shraddha Srinath (as Asha) is given a lovely place to live in. It’s almost picturesque except for the conical flasks and beakers replete with colourful liquids that take centre-stage in the living room. Just as I think that the lady’s profession could have been portrayed better, a flask breaks, and out gushes Nitrous Oxide. Then, I realise, the whole thing had just been an elaborate setup for comedy. The actors laugh uncontrollably, because it’s ‘laughing gas’ – which is generally used as an analgesic and anaesthetic during medical procedures, and is only called so because of the mild euphoric feeling it induces.

One of the film’s better moments take place when Sakthi tells Asha that he is in love. Asha turns him down gently; Sakthis takes it in his stride. There are no sad songs, and the hero doesn’t wallow in self-pity. He quietly accepts what she says, drops her back home, and they go separate ways. That was perhaps the most decently thought-out ‘love-failure’ scene ever, I think, but Asha shows up a while later under the most absurdly convenient circumstances, with the most ridiculous dialogue that has to be heard to be believed.

*****

Director Kannan has good intentions. He wants to pull the rug from under these extortion camps that are engineering colleges, call out their mode of operation. To do that, he conceives the most idealist scheme ever, one that makes an overnight celebrity of a small-time entrepreneur. His thugs are black and menacing with large involvement in politics, while his heroes are just that: heroes with no blemish whatsoever. They elicit sympathy, trick the goons into a trap and watch as they drown in a hell specially designed for them. The mother of all passive-aggressive action.

Not surprisingly, the big theatre assigned to the movie, is almost full, supporting every dialogue about struggling engineering graduates with applause.

Gautham Karthik, on the other hand, is celebrating a first of sorts. An ad card for his previous release – Rangoon – flashes on one of the screens as I walk out.

*****

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Anbanavan Asaradhavan Adangadhavan Review: Crass And Vulgar, This Film Combines The Worst Of STR And Adhik Ravichandran

If Achcham Enbadhu Madamayada had featured a Silambarasan who’d reined in his roguish heroness, Anbanavan Asaradhavan Adangadhavan seems to have done a complete factory reset on the actor. This obviously couldn’t have come as a surprise given the title – full points to the one who came up with that rhyme. STR not only lives up to it, he also goes the extra mile as he’s wont to do. He also contradicts himself every now and then, but that’s the least of my worries.

In AAA, Simbu channelises the traits of every Tamil hero. He wants to do a Rajinikanth, so he picks up his mannerisms, gives them a STR twist; he wants to do a Kamal, picks up his lines, tweaks them to his heart’s content; he wants to be Parthiban, so he tries to induce an …offbeat plot element which just ends up being extremely bizarre. Needless to say, none of them work.

The script is also liberally referenced to self. During an instance, Shriya  Saran and Simbu sit in a theatre watching … a T Rajendar film. Shriya, full of admiration, says: His son is wonderful. STR tries to look modest, fails. It’s good fodder for some self-deprecatory humour, but STR would rather take it (and himself) a little too seriously.  Also, just in case we forget, there are pointers to his other movies: an essential bridal qualification that STR deems fit is that the woman like Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya. He also rehashes Thalli Pogadhey and the ensuing accident into a parody of sorts featuring Rajendran and Kovai Sarala.

When YG Mahendran, who plays father to Shriya is forced into an anti-comical role, you begin to wonder why these actors – all accomplished in their own right – would want to associate themselves with such an excuse for a script. They all play their parts, though – for better for worse, for richer for poorer. Then, Tamannaah appears – all chirpy, bubbly and more adjectives of that kind. STR, who by now, is a much-feared don, and in his early 50s, sits up and takes note. She calls him ‘thatha‘, but he doesn’t feel very grandfatherly towards her. And before we could wrap our heads around this relationship, there are declarations of love, betrayal, and revenge.

Meanwhile, Kasthuri flits in and out of the screen as a special agent appointed to nab the ‘don’ who does nothing but cavort with women in different locations. There’s absolutely nothing by way of story. STR is a don that barely engages in any crime, but wants to turn a new leaf; he doesn’t. He wants to marry Shriya; he doesn’t. He tries to be the one with the heart of gold; he fails. He protects a woman’s ‘honour’, but later threatens dire consequences as a jilted lover. He takes unseemly digs at Vishal and Dhanush, engages in drunken revelry, pokes fun at the warning, takes great pleasure in being juvenile, employs double entendres – some of which sail right over my head – and, offers lessons to the men who were ‘cheated’ in love.

All this notwithstanding, GV Prakash appears in a cameo, to counsel STR, as the wise drunken friend who nudges the hero over the cliff. At that, GVP is successful. A crazy Madurai Michael, as credits roll, is promising retribution in part two.

But, that’s a worry for later.

*****

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Peechankai Review: Mildly Engaging Comedy, Not Much Else

Peechankai could have been infinitely better, if not for its confusing ideals. The premise – a man whose hand does not listen to him – had a lot of scope for humour. Debutant director Ashok, though, chooses slapstick. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but that really is all what he sets up his scenes for.

There are double entendres, references to sex, and some helpful background score to help us understand that we are in adult-humour territory. Who scores this cue, anyway? Is it a template that an editor picks off his library? Uniform across all movies, this …piece of music, often featuring a woman moaning, is right out of the 90s. And, so cringe-worthy. Surely, there isn’t need for a musical nudge when there are obvious verbal hints? A politician dances with a skimpily-clad woman, another watches videos of himself and his wife, while someone else makes a covert reference to masturbation – that just had to be there, well in theme, you see.

The adolescent humour though, isn’t what I signed up for, or expected, after a promising start.

Peechankai’s lead is named a name that is time-worn, and an entirely corrupt version of his original name. A pick-pocket well known in police circles, S. Muthu, with that descriptive period between his name and initials, is fondly called ‘Smudhu’ by the police. That sticks. He’s no longer S. Muthu even among his group of thugs. He’s Smudhu everywhere.

After this lovely beginning though, the script veers between needless romantic sequences, and an over-the-top gangster trajectory. Smudhu also suffers a sudden change of heart when he hears that he’s robbed the money meant for a wedding, develops a conscience, falls in love, gets dumped, and becomes a thug again.

Actor RS Karthik as Smudhu, is particularly noteworthy as a man whose hand develops a mind of its own. Director Ashok doesn’t care much for technicality, he bestows a name upon the condition, calls in a ‘neurologist’ to dole out some dubious explanation.

Meanwhile, Smudhu joins a group of henchmen for hire, and somehow, becomes a target himself. There are genuinely funny instances, of course – well into the second half, but the humour rarely veers from slapstick. When it does though, it’s a laugh riot – and in these moments, I see the kind of film that Peechankai could have been.

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Sathriyan Review: A Tedious Gangster Romance With Nice Music

If anything, movies like Sathriyan – where gang wars are a way of life – come with their own (degenerating) vocabulary. For one, you have to know that when some one on screen says “போடட்டுமா?”, he or she isn’t playing catch, they are screaming murder. Even if you don’t get what they are saying, rarely do men with rippling moustaches and menacing expressions deign to play catch. You are bound to notice something ominous, especially in the odd choice of words. Likewise, the more popular “செஞ்சுருவேன்”, thanks to Dhanush’s Maari, doesn’t translate to doing something mundane, but is euphemism for murder. More colloquially, doing someone in. But then, for these gangs, as the movies would have us believe, murder is mundane. Not a minute passes by on screen when someone isn’t being killed, or chased down dark alleys, aruvaa and adiyaal in tow. It’s tedious this routine, especially for the audience glued to the seat for three hours if not for the people involved in hot pursuit.

In Sathriyan, Vikram Prabhu as Guna, is a gangster, the only fair-skinned one of the lot. Obviously, he is also the best, so to do him in, his rival sends every henchman he could muster. They surround him, shovels and sickles in hand, beat him up, throw him in the darkling Cauvery.

Yuvan Shankar Raja’s music is splendid at such times, announcing a sinister something without resorting to dramatics. There’s no rising crescendo, but a tempo that climbs and falls subtly, in a single wave, with a distinct crest and trough. It’s faintly reminiscent of his father.

*****

Sharath Lohithashwa is the villain of choice these days. In last week’s release, Bongu, Lohitashwa played Pandian, a Madurai don with a thing for cars. An equally evil-looking Rolls Royce, stashed away in his garage, was part of his daily worship. While this quirk of his was not satisfactorily explored in the movie, Sathriyan, even though featuring him only for a brief while, uses him to great effect. When Samuthran (Lohithashwa as the reigning don in Trichy) is shot straight at the heart, he grins maniacally. He doesn’t fall, but stands rooted to the spot – dead – still grinning.

*****

Sathriyan has a bunch of masculinists who engage in some revolting activism. They make merry of women getting stalked, groped and molested, retaliate when the victim fights. This ‘taming of the shrew’ obviously culminates in marriage, the woman all coy smiles after she’s been slapped for questioning the intrusion of her personal space – an abhorrently masculine idea of romance.

Meanwhile, Niranjana (Manjima Mohan), the daughter of the slain Samudran, complains to her mother that she’s being stalked.

The mother is amused. Later, the two women laugh about it.

*****

Guna survives.

With a token bruise, and a sling. He is in love with the slain Samudran’s daughter, Niranjana (Manjima Mohan), mulls over his gangsterhood, chases down a few rivals, elopes with girlfriend. By now, Sathriyan has lapsed into relatively lighter territory – with a starkly different, but no less polluted vocabulary. Women giggle, men ogle, and “ஆளு” no longer means a stranger on the road, but a specific person of interest. A grievance that I just had to air.

*****

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Bongu Review: Nothing Clever About This Uninspiring Heist Film

With Bongu, Natarajan Subramanian had perhaps hoped to recreate Sathuranga Vettai, the 2014 heist featuring Natty as a brilliant, remorseless conman. A thriller, the script had a wildly engaging Natty who took to a life of crime with gay abandon; he just did not pause to think about his victims, or the consequences of his fraud. In this one though, Natty develops a conscience. And, that’s the sad part. He robs a car, but takes in the security guard who was fired in the process, the dialogue explaining his actions set to sympathetic notes. But Bongu is just not there at all; the script is anything but appealing.

Natty wants to be seen as this cool, unassuming conman that he was in Sathuranga Vettai, but that was all thanks to director H Vinoth’s quick-wit. The movie didn’t really star a comedian, but the humour was laugh-out-loud, nonetheless. Ramadoss, the comedian of few movies, makes an appearance in Bongu, just to do his drunken bumbling fool act all over again. It’s more than mildly annoying, and just not funny. He worships Natty for giving him a job, and becomes the butt of the most ridiculous jokes and contemptuous humour. He had potential, though. During an instance, he rambles drunkenly, but turns menacing when he talks about his former boss – the dangerous Madurai Pandian. It gives everyone pause; surely, this guy is no fool. But the moment is fleeting, and the director lets that pass, settling for more uninspired comedy.

As if to make up for all fallacies, the music is loud. Natty doesn’t really show star power, but the notes don’t give up on the punch. He tackles several henchmen at once, and the movie would have us believe in his wit, but Natty the conman with a forgettable name (Sathuranga Vettai scores there as well; his name was Gandhi Babu) isn’t the clever clogs he’s touted to be.

In the climax, when he challenges Madurai Pandi that he’d rob his car the next day, there’s an expectant hush. But all that Natty and company do, with huge guns that look straight out of a prop store, is to jump in dramatically amidst Pandi and henchmen, and fire what looks like tear gas.

Natty quickly clarifies, though. It’s …சாம்பிராணி

That’s not all. There’s Atul Kulkarni as the special officer who’s brought in to solve the ‘case’. He sits and broods in a dark office replete with computers and other related paraphernalia, and smokes away to glory. But Kulkarni has the most unintentionally hilarious dialogues of all, which perhaps wouldn’t be amiss in a genuinely clever movie: A பலசாலி can be fooled, he says as Natty vanquishes his enemy who was created just to be unceremoniously vanquished, but not a புத்திசாலி.

But then, genuinely clever movies rarely make such proclamations. 

*****

Read: Sathuranga Vettai 2 is in the works; to star Arvind Swami and Trisha.

Also Read: The brilliance that was Sathuranga Vettai.

*****

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Brindhavanam Review: Lest We Forget Vivek

Early last year, the Government of Tamil Nadu, on a public interest drive, had come out with several commercials featuring stars (Sivakumar, Karthi and Vijay Sethupathi among others) to create awareness about dengue. Vivek, too, had starred in an advert –  one in which he educates his aide, Cell Murugan – playing the role of his ‘illiterate’ driver – about dengue. It is quite theatrical, this commercial. A few seconds later, in characteristic style, Vivek instructs the ‘thaaimargal‘ on dengue prevention. He also sneaks in a jibe about women …to break the ice.

The Government of Tamil Nadu is …offbeat with its public interest commercials. Played in theatres during intermission, a recent one about safe road gear involved poking fun at woman drivers who covered their heads with scarves and talked on cellphones – all set to catchy music. Needless to say, much mirth was had in the theatre. No male driver was ever in the picture.

Vivek, meanwhile, in the same breath, invokes the late maanbumigu mudhalamaichar Amma in the dengue commercial, and ends with another characteristic punch.

In Radha Mohan’s Brindhavanam, Vivek is a lead. The movie seems to have been scripted for him, line for line, word for word. It allows room for his punches, one-liners, and quite a few ‘jokes’ that the actor has had on reserve. It may not star him the way Naan Thaan Bala or Palakkaatu Madhavan might have, but he is the star nevertheless. Arulnithi, Tanya and Cell Murugan make themselves conducive for his humour to take effect. Hell, Arulnithi is mute for the better part of the movie; Vivek talks for him. And, even if you didn’t know the comedian in his heyday, that’s quickly remedied. There are references to Run, Dhool, Thirumalai…

Arulnithi plays his fan.

Much later, Vivek cannily weaves in the reason too, part deprecatory, his sly speech names ‘comedians like Yogi Babu who have made use of  his absence’. But of course, Vivek quickly says, I was planting trees, not being the cinema-kaaran I was supposed to be.

*****

Arulnithi (Kannan) is deaf-mute (“Pera ketta sweater pinra?”), has a tragic past, and unsurprisingly, is the darling of his society. MS Bhaskar, reprises his Mozhi role, sad tale intact, save for the insanity. Arulnithi, meanwhile, takes a few lessons from Jyothika. He is pleasing most of the time, but is prone to violent bursts of temper – a trait which seems to come with the territory in Tamil cinema. He works in a salon as a hairdresser and doesn’t want to marry the woman (Tanya as Sandhya) he likes. She pursues him, anyway – for a long, long time. Vivek, on the other hand, turns mentor, and has a tragic tale to tell, too. And, as if to make up for sea of sentiment, ‘jokes’ come in from all quarters. The movie is set in Ooty, so Arulnithi’s sidekick is called Varkey, someone compares kaadhal to a haircut, and women become the subject of much banter. Vivek also makes an enormous effort to wisecrack.

It shows.

Vazhakkai nera vettina bajji, he says, ana kurukka vettina chips!

*****

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Saravanan Irukka Bayamaen Review: Udhayanidhi Manages To Undo All His Good Work From Manidhan

Just over a year ago, Udhayanidhi Stalin’s Manithan – an entertaining court drama that featured the actor as a struggling lawyer – was a defining moment in his career. Stalin had to shed his Nanbenda-ness for the role, and the director had subtly, ever so cleverly, put his flaws to work so that they actually seemed quite in character. And for those who took their seats with trepidation given his past record, Udhayanidhi had in store a pleasant surprise. The Legislative Assembly elections were just around the corner then, and Manithan seemed like a smart campaign.

Saravanan of Saravanan Irukka Bayamaen, though, is of a different breed. Someone who well manages to undo all the good that Sakhthivel of Manithan had brought. Udhay Stalin is back where he wouldn’t really want to belong if he knows his audience. There’s nothing remarkable about him here, he doesn’t even try. Saravanan heads a political party, but exhibits little ambition. His party works on campaigns that deliberately go awry, but manages to amass a number of followers nonetheless. But when Saravanan chances upon a childhood friend-rival-cousin-playmate (yes, everything) whom he hasn’t met in years, politics and party are cast away, forgotten. The only moment that seems promising – when Thenmozhi’s arrival is announced – is quite fleeting. Just when I expect to see flattering profile shots of the heroine, music on cue, an angry little girl bursts in on the scene.

*****

There’s Mansoor Ali Khan, with his tiger-claw pendant, a classic motif that Tamil cinema bestows upon its villains. Moneyed, powerful villains. Incidentally, it’s called puligoru. Pinterest has some interesting collection, if you want to look, but all very characterless when compared to the menacing, thick-chained, gaudy jewellery favoured by the bad men. Pair it with spotless whites, a handle-bar moustache, a thigh-slappingly ribald joke or two, and you have a 90s Tamil villain right there. Mansoor Ali Khan, meanwhile, plays the father of the son who pays court to Thenmozhi (Regina Cassandra). Soori, who has been bitterly upstaged by Saravanan in the party, plans revenge. Thenmozhi joins in. And thus, Saravanan, surrounded by rivals, invokes a spirit of a dead friend to help him. Spirit, though, cannot decide whether it wants to scare. There are hilariously-sinister warnings of something to come, but nothing does. Horror is now the new normal for Tamil cinema even when it has no business being there. But then, you realise none of the stuff in Saravanan Irukka Bayamaen deserves place in mainstream cinema.

More baffling is Udhay Stalin’s declaration in his latest interview with Firstpost, published this morning. The article, headlined “Udhay Stalin: I Try To Avoid Sexism In Films”, features the actor’s opinion on the subject:

[“Personally, I think we should avoid sexism in films. Good films have been made without it. But unfortunately, the masses expect glamour in a film. That’s the conundrum for filmmakers I guess. I’m trying to avoid it in my films.”]

He hasn’t, though. There’s sexism, there’s ‘glamour for the masses’, and just about everything that you wouldn’t want in a 2017 film. The comedians – Robo Shankar, Soori, Yogi Babu and Manobala – don’t have much up their sleeve save some unfunny routines and double entendres, so the best joke that the film could muster ends up a few miles short of humour. Yet, it’s quite telling of Saravanan and company.

Senior Party Leader to Soori: There’s 30,000 C in this suitcase, all for you.

Soori: [opens case in wonder]

SPL: C is for caps. For all our party workers.

To think, Manithan had Udhayanidhi almost changed.

*****

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Pa Paandi Review: Unnecessary Sentiment Ruins This Otherwise Engaging Tale

In these times of uncertain parentage, and bolt-out-of-the-blue paternity suits, a card that appears right before Pa Paandi (Dhanush’s directorial debut) begins, announces a curious dedication: to the writer’s mother and father. I don’t give the tribute much thought, this is a movie about finding love in the 60s, after all. The trailer had lovely shots of Rajkiran and Revathy in shy smiles and sweet companionship, and several of Rajkiran in heavy biker jackets. Surely, this is a tale about all of that?

It is.

But it is also about the seemingly-uncaring, worldly, expensive car owning, suit-wearing (what’s with Dhanush and people in suits, anyway?) callous adult-children who have little to less time to spend with their parents. When Power Paandi (Rajkiran who is particularly at home playing doting grandfather) switches on the TV, his son (Prasanna) and daughter-in-law storm out of their room to berate him. When Power Paandi files a complaint with the police against drug-dealers in the area, the son talks down to him. Why do you care, he snaps. He’s unfeeling, this son – he’s super-rich and works in an IT park, so he must be. Soon, a scene of a sad Rajkiran being consoled by his grandchildren is set to an equally melancholic score.

This plays in an infinite loop.

Son insults father -> father looks downcast -> gloomy music

Dhanush, it would seem, is just setting context for what is to follow. Obviously, it takes an unhappy elder to seek companionship outside. But first,

Uncaring children -> unhappy elder

It is that kind of a tale. Dhanush plays to the gallery, and as a result, Rajkiran suffers heavily from the Indian Parent Syndrome, reinforcing archaic, misplaced sentiments of parenthood. During an instance, Paandi says – I wanted to have more children, because even if one doesn’t care for me, the other would. But alas, he just has one son. An unfeeling, disrespectful son who is forever typing away on his computer, moustache bristling at everything his father does. It’s almost funny, but it isn’t.

Amidst all this though, there is laugh-out-loud humour; and Dhanush gently pulls the strings when it gets too teary. When Paandi finally traces Thendral – his “first love” whom he had lost contact with – he knocks on her door in the middle of the night. Thendral shushes him; her granddaughter is sleeping inside. They finally meet in the terrace – in stealth. Later, he’s seen texting her in bed, his phone glowing under the blanket.

*****

Pa Paandi is very ’90s in structure. Rajkiran gets a superhero introduction, vaguely reminiscent of a Rajini movie. The film opens to a bevy of people on a made-to-seem-routine-but-deliberately-crowded-for-shot street. They make random small-talk to the camera.

Camera -> Power Paandi

Random person 1: Paandi, come have tea with us!

Paandi voice-over: Not until I finish jogging. Then, arugampul juice!

Random person 1, 2, 3 (in admiration): Ohhhhh

<continues to run>

Good-natured Paati selling idlis: Paandi, have some idlis!

Paandi voice-over: Not now, Paati

<pants heavily>

Random policeman: Paandi, you are awesome – you are the reason we still hold our jobs!

Paandi: (modest smile) (now on camera)

Paandi gets home, picks up juice, switches on television… 

What’s otherwise amazing about Pa Paandi is that Dhanush draws from a setting quite familiar to him. Power Paandi is a retired stunt director, hence that lovely name. He idles at home, befriends the geeky iPad-owning youth next door, berates him for his obsession with the gadget, and generally gets on everyone’s nerves except his grand-children’s. The role is something Rajkiran had perfected over the years, sans the humour, of course. Something that began circa:

Dhanush, the younger Power Paandi of the flashback sequences, has a personality of his own. He is very …Dhanush, all brash, massy appeal while the older Power Paandi is very Rajkiran, subdued, victimized, the doting grandfather. Dhanush just cannot be super-imposed on Rajkiran, much as Madonna Sebastian cannot pass for a younger Revathi.

Sepia + splashes of red + Madonna Sebastian in plaits + smattering of English ≠ Young Revathi

Veshti + Dhanush and his distinct swagger + punches + indistinct rural dialect ≠ Young Rajkiran

The flashback romance sequence in Paa Paandi is also a thing of the past. Rajini and Sundar C clearly wield enormous influence over the debutant director as he conjures a snake to propel Thendral into the younger Paandi’s arms.

Thankfully though, no trace of Thalaimurai remains in the older couple.

*****

Also read: There’s Something Very Familiar About Power Paandi’s Trailer

*****

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Kaatru Veliyidai Review: The Pretty Pictures Do Little To Mask The Romanticization Of Abuse And Violence

There’s no obvious misogyny in Kaatru Veliyidai. Nothing that isn’t camouflaged underneath lovely locales, beautiful clothes, and all the Amrapali jewellery, anyway. Or those random bursts of poetry. When Karthi as VC the fighter-pilot – with aviators and without moustache – shoves Leela about in a gathering, there’s an expectant hush. The wait is interminable: for the break-up that never comes. Instead, Leela picks herself up, in a rustle of skirts – and a beautiful stole – and stalks away. Not cool, VC, his mates say – but VC, if anything, is even more disgruntled. He follows her home, serenades her, tells her he cannot live without her, apologises a thousand times. And, Leela relents. That’s the vicious cycle Kaatru Veliyidai finds itself in. An unforgivable act, repentance, and romance – when there isn’t place for any. And this, especially, is disturbing – the blatant romanticization of violence and abuse.

*****

I’d envisioned Kaatru Veliyidai to be something of the taming of Karthi. Not very unlike Simbu’s makeover in Vinnaithaandi…surely, all that sophistication must work in his favour? Ratnam, though, hadn’t fancied a change. Karthi is just what he’d intended for his script. Brash, full of that misplaced conceit; also, a well-wrought character that makes you want to throw something at him. In that, the director succeeds quite well. For an hour into the movie, you begin to wonder – in earnest – what Leela sees in VC. He’s arrogant, abusive, overbearing, an unapologetic chauvinist – almost all adjectives that you wouldn’t want to describe a 2017 hero with. He’s not the shrew that gets tamed, either.

RJ Balaji, though, is the chosen one this time. His jokes, if any, are subdued – and his Gandhian glasses only serve to make him look more mournful.

*****

Early in Kaatru Veliyidai, VC guns a jeep down steep, picturesque roads, a woman by his side. The woman is in love, VC isn’t. When are we getting married, she asks. After a child, he says. This, perhaps, is the sole seemingly -progressive thought that the director harnesses all through the movie. It’s everywhere. A pregnant bride in the cursory wedding-song-that-just-has-to-be-there, then, a pregnant Leela… these are not matter-of-fact occurrences, though – there’s always a ‘joke’ to cushion possible backlashes.

*****

There are sheer drapes in the hospital where Leela works.

Silk? Whatever the fabric, they billow out about the beds; one on which VC is almost comatose. It’s a pretty ward, tinted in sepia. Leela tends to him. She’s a doctor. In the passing.

The moments in which she’s actually at work are fleeting. In one instance, VC calls her at the hospital, for a joy-ride in the airplane. I can’t, she says. VC shows up at the hospital, anyway. Soon enough, they are in the air. “The cardiac, and acute appendicitis cases” all but forgotten. In another instance, VC and Leela – in a postcard location – outrage over nothing; let’s leave he says, there’s a snowstorm coming. She vows to brave the storm, and what-do-you-know, it’s soon upon them. Only when they cozy up inside the car amid howling winds, the snow falling prettily on Ravi Varman’s camera – the modern visual metaphor for sex – is the intent made known.

*****

Kaatru Veliyidai could have been awesomely psychotic the way it is – if Leela had fought. She cries, though. Begs, pleads, forgives, but just doesn’t walk away. If she had though, the credits would have rolled in 30 minutes. Sometimes, there are just too many expectations from …massy cinema.

*****

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Kattappava Kaanom Review: Missing Fish, Missing Plot

Kattappava Kaanom Review – Starring Sibiraj & Aishwarya Rajesh. Directed by Mani Seiyon.

Aishwarya Rajesh is intense. Powerful roles suit her. They don’t really bring out the colour in her eyes, but boy, she thrives. She owns the role in which she emotes – especially if the film is all about her. With a script like Kaaka Muttai, which is as much about the children’s mother as it is about the children themselves, Aishwarya was admirable as the frustrated mother who couldn’t provide for her kids. Frustrated, protective, kind. It was a delight to watch her, and her tough love that the sons never tired of.

In Kattappava Kaanom, she eclipses Sibiraj, who just doesn’t have that nasal edge to his voice that his father had and used so brilliantly. That was Sathyaraj’s USP. In hindsight, almost every hero of the ’80s and ’90s had a distinguishable voice. Kamal, Rajini, Sathyaraj, Vijayakanth, Karthik – even Visu.

Visu was inimitable.

Now though, I cannot tell Sibiraj from Siva Karthikeyan.

That I cannot recall Sibi’s voice right after watching Kattappavan Kanom – in which he plays husband to Aishwarya Rajesh – is a tragedy. Not that he keeps to himself, but Aishwarya as Meena overshadows him – in a role that doesn’t do much for her.

She makes me laugh, though. When Pandian’s (Sibiraj) astrologer father frowns at her birth chart, and declares that the name of his son’s bride would begin with the alphabet ‘C’ – Meena, without batting an eyelid, says he’s free to call her ‘Chilk’ Meena.

***

That aside, Kattappava Kaanom is pretty boring for a movie about a fish called Kattappa (mostly computer-generated imagery). Sibiraj’s only claim to fame – Naaigal Jaakirathai – at least had a tangible presence on screen.

A live dog.

When Kattappava Kaanom begins, there’s a shot of those daily astrological predictions on TV. Tuned into the programme is none other than the astrologer himself, who is enjoying the sight of his pretty self announcing the forecast. That’s probably the most memorable instance in Kattappava Kaanom. That, and a couple of scenes featuring Aishwarya Rajesh.

The plot just doesn’t inspire interest. Any interest. A few scenes lazily slapped together to try and recreate the magic of Naaigal Jaakirathai. Why would I care about a missing fish – and a little girl who thinks it lucky – really? From that perspective, director Vijay’s Saivam – even though it expounded on teary, family sentiments, the Suryavamsam of the 2010s – did something right. It brought to heart the love the little girl had for the rooster.

Here though, the owner is creepily attached to the fish – probably meant as a comic routine, in the director’s defense. He even kisses it goodbye over his wife’s head.

***

Other than that, what the movie has is a well of boyhood fantasies – ending in double-entendres. And a story that is so contrived that beyond the first few moments, there’s nothing of note in the script. Much like Finding Dory, which had a likeable fish even adults could warm up to, but was otherwise only tolerable – and left behind fidgety children in 3D glasses.

Needless to say, Kattappava Kaanom is definitely not one for children.

*****

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Maanagaram Review: Life In A Metro

I quite love the new wave of cinema. If Karthik Subbaraj, Nalan Kumarasamy and their ilk of filmmakers had made an impression with their mid-budget films a few years ago – thrillers full of lovely middle-class suburbs and uncensored rusticity that film festivals adore – a slew of debutant directors are now emerging with a different genre of thrillers. Adhe Kangal and Dhruvangal Pathinaaru both dealt with fantastical crime, and they succeeded at it. They were all about sharp cuts, pacy editing – rapidly changing frames within seconds – surprises that you actually come to expect, and new faces. A whole lot of them. It’s probably the only grouse that I have, and still do. These directors are all for wild experiments though. Despite the onslaught of new faces, despite the rapid frames… the movies engage, with none of the tropes of regular cinema. Regular, because, these releases can become commercially successful too – the theatre I watch Maanagaram in is small, with the telltale debutant-director-late-afternoon-slot, while Si-3 – only a month ago – had a dream opening with several shows, all for Suriya’s machismo, and some sharp focus on his reverse handlebar moustache.

Though if I were a theatre, I’d be cautious, too.

Maanagaram is well within the league of inspired cinema. No songs, no really lovely heroines who become the target of offensive humour, no offensive humour, just a you’d-never-believe-what-just happened tale that has firm targets. Slice-of-life stories all of them, it begins with a young man from a small town getting to know the big bad city. He gets into brawls, gets hit, gets hurt, picks himself up again – and finally, becomes the city himself. The movie opens in a bar. Different tables, different people, different conversations, but somehow, they all come together – like several acts in a well-orchestrated play. It is pure theatre. The scenes move quick, in rapid succession – sometimes chaotic, and sometimes downright opaque, director Lokesh Kanagaraj visibly strains to tie everything together. Sri wants to make his fortune in the city, but can’t gets past its dark underbelly, Sundeep Kishan is a throrough city-bred, unemployed, pining after the love of his life; Charlie is a good-hearted driver employed with a cab service; and then, a bunch of gangsters who engage with just about everyone. The movie is about earning a living, whatever the means. There are snatches from those detestable ‘software firms’ (can’t quite fathom the hate) while the gangsters have a new arrival in their midst: Ramdoss as a bumbling misfit, and the source of much humour.

Maangaram could well be about people, too – of human emotions, just as inscrutable as in real life – random acts of kindness, and finally, an idealistic small town man who is forced to tread the path of moral ambiguity in the city, only to embrace the place as his own.

The best part? I never get to know his name – or the others’.

*****

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Kuttram 23 Review: Activism Done Wrong

What do you write about a movie in which dinner-table conversations are largely about a couple who hasn’t had a child? Not the kind of nice, helpful commentary, mind. Kuttram 23 makes this a normal occurrence, and weaves an unkind picture out of it. It opens with a shot of a family at breakfast. Two women serve the men at the table; one of them – presumably the matriarch of the family – harbours a grouse. Her son and daughter-in-law haven’t had a baby, yet. She makes some pointed remarks; daughter-in-law exits in tears, the son blithely continues to shovel more idli into his mouth.

Arun Vijay as Vetrimaaran is a stylish cop, muscle and sinew straining against his well-tailored shirt. And as cop-heroes go, he has a wee moustache. He’s investigating a series of murders; the victims are all pregnant women. He also meets a girl (Mahima Nambiar as Thendral) during the course of his work. She’s quite perfect in every way; teaches at a play school, is great with kids, helps with his investigations, and even spurns his advances. That’s the cue a Tamil hero needs. Her father is irate; he objects. Who will marry my daughter, he questions, if she’s constantly pursued by the police for investigations? Vetrimaaran has his opening right there. I will, he says. Theatre erupts in applause. Girl coyly bats an eyelid at him, and that’s that.

Kuttram 23 wants to be a lot of things. It wants to be a fast-paced cop-thriller, it wants to be a medical drama, and one of those teary ‘family-entertainers’. It also wants to be the one with the most psychotic psycho killers. And at the heart of it, it wants Arun Vijay; as the playful brother-in-law, the righteous cop, the one-man army who floors a bunch of thugs – and also, as the muscly, sinewy alpha-male police-officer who betrays a romantic vein. It would have worked, and it almost does – who wouldn’t want to sit through a movie, laugh, cry, get entertained, walk out, and never think about it again? Kuttram 23 has that lovely attribute. Only, it wants to do some activism as well. Ill-informed activism. It has Arun Vijay rendering a sermon about treating a woman right, but it also has him hitting Thendral over a perceived slight. It calls out fertility clinics for preying on childless couples, but it also normalises, and reinforces the societal ridicule and pressure that a childless woman experiences. And that’s where the trouble begins.

*****

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Kanavu Variyam Review: Well-Intentioned At Best

Director Arun Chidambaram has a thing for analogies. His movie, Kanavu Variyam is ‘powered by’ Arun Chidambaram. When intermission in announced, it’s a ‘power-cut’. The logo is a ticking electricity meter, and the movie is produced by ‘Aanazhagan’ Dr A Chidambaram – not an analogy, obviously, but something that just needs to be said.

I’m touched by the earnestness – that of trying to stay relevant to the theme, the unabashed hinting everywhere – the logo, the credits, and even jokes that go “EB office la vandhu current kaekaranga!” I did laugh, by the way.

But then, you sense.

You sense that these aren’t seasoned actors, and that the jokes – though well rehearsed – aren’t staged to be spontaneous. You sense that these actors are probably wondering what the audience’s reaction is going to be when uttering a dialogue. That shows, and how – but strangely, I’m moved by the effort, and so is the rest of the theatre. They laugh hard.

In Kanavu Variyam, a school drop-out with a penchant for science, is branded a misfit in a not-so-idyllic village. Ezhil has quit school – to learn. When his teacher fails to tell him how a radio works, he learns all about it at a repair store.

A carefully-engineered screenplay here serves as some kind of a herald to what the director has in mind. The teacher is allowed a say, too. When someone questions his credentials, he says that a teacher learns things only after he becomes a teacher.

Ezhil is soon made a hero out of – the misunderstood science genius everyone despises, but who is really working towards the betterment of the society. Then, there are those little characters that are so layered. His mother, who balks when Ezhil re-fashions the container in which she stores condiments, into a working model of a wind-mill. To her, he’s a failure – she’s constantly talked down to by her husband, and just cannot understand her son’s ‘genius’. Ungalayum ennayum thavira veetla ellathayum aaraichi panna eduthukuttan, she says.

The librarian (finally!) who mentors Ezhil, generous with books and advice – and also hands out free books (with sweets) to children in the hope of getting them to read: ‘Inippum padippum‘. Then, someone (Yog Japee) who quits his well-paying corporate job for agriculture, arriving in the village backpack in tow; he’s all about getting back to conventional methods of farming. The farmers dissuade him, there’s no water, they say; he persists.

This wounded pride is perhaps what sells at film festivals (remember Kaaka Muttai?). That, the rustic setting, the under-the-tree schools, a village with massive power deficit, simple village folk, a vaithiyar who cures his patient with soda – and, the songs. Certain novelty. One with kids, one with the heroine, an inspirational number – and, Tamil Thaai Vaazhthu which plays right when the movie begins. Thankfully, there isn’t a code of conduct for that one, yet.

*****

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Pagadi Aattam Review: Social Commentary With Skewed Ideals

If Pagadi Aattam does something right, it shows a woman (Gawrri Nandha) – someone who’s literate, but just enough – being the breadwinner of her family. A family that consists of her mother, and her sister. There is no abusive drunkard husband in the picture, or little children to feed – just a sister whom the woman wishes to educate. And, to do that, she drives an auto, pawns everything to pay her sister’s college fees, watches with a mix of pride and admiration as she fills out a course application. I’m fascinated by this woman, and the lovely arc that her tale takes. She’s obviously unmarried; there’re no questions raised (or implied) about her marital status – not even a passing taunt that scriptwriters sometimes sneak in – just to get the drama going. Indrani is quite simply what she is. A woman who lives, and earns for her sister – and, for their aged mother who simply dotes on her daughters. And when the sister on whom she had pinned all her hopes dies, Indrani doesn’t cry or raise a lament; eyes intense, she lives through the death, performs the last rites, stoic to the end. That really is all we get to see of her grief. That, and her cold, calculated revenge.

Indrani is quite obviously the product of feel-good plot work. A character who was meant to impress, surprise, and completely catch you off-guard. And even while I sense the real intent, I begin to appreciate the earnest effort that has gone into creating those little imperfections, those little flaws that just add more character. Of course, she has to have something that ticked people off’ that ticked the audience off – were those deliberate? I would like to think so. When Indrani discovers that her sister is seeing someone in college, she discreetly hands her a pack of condoms.

As a reproach.

Later, when the sister has had her lesson, Indrani flushes the pack – serenely – down the toilet.

For the most part, Pagadi Aattam fails to live up to its ideals. Much as it tries to prop up Indrani as its poster-woman, it also reduces her sister to a victim of virginhood. Life after premarital sex simply doesn’t exist, for the woman at least. It veers between a quick suicide, and a painful trial by the society; and soon enough, Rahman – in yet another cop-act – does some moral-policing. He hauls in young women, he hauls in young men, and launches into a passionate speech about everything that is wrong with them. He judges, and he names. And, in probably the most knee-jerk, insanely impulsive top-cop decisions ever, he destroys vital evidence to a case in righteous indignation. It feels good, it really does – but it just doesn’t feel right.

*****

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Si 3 Review: Formulaic; Little Scope For Much Else

If Si 3 is anything to go by, the previous installments in the Singam franchise would have certainly been …chaotic. And, tedious. That really is why the movie series is brilliant – watch one of them, in a random order – and you really don’t have to bother with the rest. For instance, armed with little to negligible information about Singam‘s prequels, I still knew that:

a) Suriya is a righteous police officer with a menacing stare and a reverse-handlebar moustache.
b) He has punches (both verbal and fisty) for the men, and brotherly Thalapathi-like advice for the women.
c) He’s the eponymous pasichcha mattum thingara Singam (thanks to the trailer that has been playing just about everywhere).

Also, director Hari is quite meticulous that way; he fills the screenplay in Si 3 with a number of references to Singam I and II, in case – just in case – I need some.

I don’t.

Because, after all the footnotes to previous Singams, I come to know that:

a) Suriya is a righteous police officer with a menacing stare and a reverse-handlebar moustache.
b) He has punches for the men, and brotherly Thalapathi-like advice for the women.
c) He’s the eponymous Singam with fists of iron (ongi adicha ondra ton weight da!)

The other running theme?

Noise.

*****

Durai Singam is on yet another rescue mission to save the country in Si 3. A few children die, a woman is molested (almost), a man is killed. All the tragedy, muscle-power and loud violence notwithstanding, there are some rapid cuts. Mute the background score, and you’d still be able to feel the pace – high on energy, and very…spirited? As if that wasn’t enough, the screen splits into two – there’s mind-numbing action on either side of the screen. When Durai Singam version 3 isn’t screaming himself hoarse at villains – along with knock-out verbal punches, he’s shooting everyone in sight.

Of course I exaggerate, but you get the gist.

A car hits a truck, truck hits something else, everything explodes. Singam chases, veers stylishly in front of an airplane on the runway, intercepts it. He goes after villains, who in turn chase down Singam’s family. He’s married now, by the way, but still can’t seem to shake off all the female-fan following. Shruti Haasan (as Agni) stalks him – and Durai Singam lives the perfect Tamil-boy fantasy. He has all the money in the world (courtesy of father-in-law who’d rather bequeath his wealth on him than his daughter) but still chooses to work for the force. Of course, everything Singam does is not without those strong undercurrents of lamentable Tamil pride. For instance, nothing gets a Tamil’s blood up than seeing a woman molested, so the villain grabs a woman’s neck, threatens – he’d grab something else if Singam doesn’t give in. He doesn’t say what.

Because, villain’s probably Tamil too, you see.

*****

Singam calls his wife Puli, morphs into a golden lion on screen amidst intense action. He also insults all the wolves and kangaroos in the world, because the villain is Australian. Right there is another popular theme in Tamil cinema. The fixation with big cats. There’s Puli, Paayum Puli, Singam, Mapla Singam – and all those references to singams in songs. Even when the song in question is part of a film called Murattu Kaalai.

But that, I can completely forgive.

*****

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Bogan Review: A Distinct Sense Of Déjà Vu

There’s something quite underwhelming about chase sequences. Especially the ones that open a movie – without context. Just a blur of bodies, cars and some really insane acrobatics. Whom do you root for? The one chasing or the ones being chased? Not that it matters really, for Tamil cinema is fairly transparent that way – villains are quickly distinguishable – and so are heroes –  but I’d still like a preamble to all the action.

Bogan opens with Arvind Swamy as Adithya; a flashy car, a robbery, a bevy of women (most of them white) – he has it all, says a voice-over. Cut to Jayam Ravi (as Vikram) who chases a bunch of goons through the town, getting fisty at a construction site. He’s a cop – quite unlike the one I loved in Adhe Kangal – someone who would jump over the railing than take the stairs; he roughs them up, earns praise from boss, dances a celebratory number. Or was the dance before all the roughing-up? It wouldn’t quite matter anyway. For, there’s something more underwhelming than a non-contextual chase scene and the perfunctory dance number. And, that’s seeing a suitcase / duffel bag / car boot / sack of thousand-rupee notes on screen. Framed to impress, of course – but really, haha.

Anyhow, Vikram seems to have it all too – and his parents match him up with a girl (Hansika Motwani as Mahalakshmi) – who immediately becomes his wallpaper. Mahalakshmi is buying alcohol when she’s being introduced – and obviously, that is made much of. The director laughs at his own little joke, so does the audience. Mahalakshmi gets sloshed, drives, is caught by the police – and mother of all surprises, the cop is Vikram. Some sickly sweet romance right there; girl swears – baby-talks – that she got drunk only to ward off potential groom – Vikram smiles. Mahalakshmis don’t drink without a really good reason, no?

Jayam Ravi and Aravind Swami in Bogan
Jayam Ravi and Aravind Swami in Bogan Movie Stills

Another song follows, the third in an hour.

There’s a whiff of director Hari about Bogan – though not as …flamboyant. Cars don’t fly, but the loud, thumping score and the explosion of khakhi are enough to give you pause. Arvind Swamy and Jayam Ravi have done this before in Thani Oruvan, and that perhaps would explain the distinct sense of déjà vu. This time though, it’s old hat – and not even Swamy’s grey-tinted lenses could do anything but make his eyes look grey – the crazy-murderous villain grey which I’m really partial to. The rest is pure question-me-not fantasy.

*****

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Adhe Kangal: An Engaging Mystery Where Nothing Is What It Seems To Be

If AC Tirulokchandar’s Adhe Kangal (1967) is anything to go by, Rohin Venkatesan’s 2017 version is quite simply, a mystery. Not that of murders, though. A few minutes into this CV Kumar production, there’s a sense of disappointment. A visually-challenged chef (Kalaiyarasan as Varun), a journalist (Janani Iyer as Sadhana) who writes about him. Some light banter, there. Journalist likes chef, but it remains unrequited. Chef has a unique way of identifying people – by their smell. So when Deepa (Shivada Nair) – styled well in contrast to the flirtatious Sadhana – revisits the restaurant requesting food for the homeless, chef identifies her by her deodorant. Nivea thaane? Creepy, but Deepa is thrilled that the chef is able to tell. And right there, I’m quite taken by the unique treatment of Varun as a visually-challenged person – there’s no Mysskin-like (think Pisaasu) poignant score; Varun is as self-reliant as can be – and that quirk of his probably exists to drive home his super-human sense of perception – which is not uncommon among the blind. Varun is not treated as a hero – a character with disability – rather, he’s a character with a disability that is enabling. When his mother despairs that he’s difficult to live with – in the way that mothers often do – I sit up, interested. This really isn’t how a character with disability is usually treated; they’re revered, doted on, with the background score on a set scale – sad, sympathetic, or a mixture of both.

When several of Varun’s customers shoot a video of him chopping vegetables, resigned and expressionless – to make one of those viral clips – I actually laugh.

Soon, Varun and Deepa are in love. But this cannot be, I think. Deepa – too prim for her own good, and ridden with those cloyingly sweet traits of a Tamil heroine just cannot be a CV Kumar lead. But she is. Debt-ridden, she graciously accepts Varun’s offer to bail her out. And then, Varun meets with an accident. He regains his vision – but not in the get-hit-on-the-head-and-gain-memory kind of filmy occurrence; there is a plausible explanation offered for blindness, and subsequent recovery. Varun is distraught that he couldn’t help Deepa, looks for her in vain, and eventually decides to marry Sadhana (who’s just totally cool).

And when Deepa’s father appears out of the blue, right before the wedding, I wonder for the second time that afternoon: where’s the …offbeat-ness that I’ve come to associate with Thirukumaran Entertainment? As if in answer, the tale begins in earnest when Varun spots a news item about Deepa’s father. The trail soon leads him to a blind artist with a mystery girlfriend. A mystery girlfriend who was debt-ridden. A mystery girlfriend who seems to have vanished without a trace. Director Rohin Venkatesan had just lulled the audience into a false sense of complacency. His typical characterizations were a ruse. All of a sudden, nobody in the movie is what they seem – save the leads. The transition as smooth and abrupt as can be – enough to give pause, to revisit those too-regular-to-be-true moments. Deepa is a CV Kumar heroine, after all. So is Sadhana, who totally owns her role; a lovely, well-written one at that. Drop the act, she says breezily, when Varun, in a show of chivalry during their courtship, pulls out a chair for her. He had, after all, been quite rude to her in the past, to the point of calling her a ‘room-freshener’. What’s with the heightened olfactory sensitivity, anyway?

Much later, I wonder why this little quirk of Varun’s is never satisfactorily engaged to be a part of the tale. In hindsight though, that would have been a little too pulpy – and a little too regular for CV Kumar.

*****

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Koditta Idangalai Nirappuga Review: Filled With Perversions, But Still A Blank

What happens when something risque is masqueraded as arthouse? 

Parthiban’s Koditta Idangalai Nirappuga is not risque in the traditional sense, though. There’s no real obscenity that you’d find, nothing on the face, anyway – even the sole sex scene in the movie is vetted for the family audience, the camera politely rising above the bodies to focus on rippling water, with a Kathakali sequence to follow – but there’s quite some titillation vaguely reminiscent of an SJ Suryah movie.

Come to think of it, Parthiban and Suryah perhaps inspire each other – they like to think that they aren’t boxed in but they oh so woefully are. In a kind of perverse filmmaking, which, while definitely not run-of-the-mill, is hardly watchable either.

In Koditta… Parthiban (Rangaraj) is an on call driver  married to woman (Parvathy Nair) much younger than he is and she is beautiful as he’s not. What happens when Raj invites a potential client (Shanthanu Bhagyaraj) to board up at the apartment where he works with his wife?

A client who is young, handsome and everything that he isn’t? The script goes out of its way to set them up – and when they are finally together (which takes an awful lot of time) we have to listen to their moral quandary. That takes some significant screen time by itself; that and a dramatic Kathakali sequence when they have sex, set to some bassy music.

Finally, when we really get to know the truth behind all this, there’s some genuine amusement. But those final minutes still aren’t reason enough to sit through a movie that just cannot make up its mind about what it really wants to be: romance, comedy, romcom or just something risque masquerading as arthouse.

*****

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Dhuruvangal Pathinaaru Review: A Rapid Mystery Where Every Scene Counts

There’s this distinctive quality to simulated rain. It pounds relentlessly on screen – a concerted effort to get all the actors really wet – large, determined drops that are actually visible. It pounds on the nearest prop – usually the windshield of a car, wipers sloshing about furiously. No wind, nothing. Of course, those natural monsoon showers that are visible one second and invisible the next are hard to achieve with a simulator, no matter how clinically you place those rain towers. And, I’m somewhat averse to the kind of full-bodied faux-rain that we see on screen – because, let’s be honest, I don’t want to be reminded that I’m watching cinema when I’m watching cinema. Isn’t that what a filmmaker would like, after all? Also, when there’s so much rain in sight, much of what happens otherwise is obscured – and I’m beginning to suspect that is probably why rain is used unabashedly in genres like crime and mystery. It makes for a diligent accomplice.

Dhuruvangal Pathinaaru, which stars a rather nice-on-the-eye Rahman as a cop, opens to the sounds of a steady patter. A car, an apartment, a killer, and a couple who is getting engaged. All against a dark backdrop of rain that just won’t cease. Then, the camera focuses on a window – the shadow of a window which lights up between flashes of lightning. A gun appears within, a shot is heard.

The director is young, it would seem – but I like his youth.

The couple is dead, I think – they are the victims, surely? The scene switches to the present. There’s only a vague sense of time that I can sense in Dhuruvangal… despite those labels; the past isn’t really done yet, and the present has already begun. A visibly aged Rahman limps along his garden when he receives a call, apparently from a colleague. Can he convince his colleague’s son to not join the police force? Rahman agrees. A young man appears. The tale begins. And, the scene switches to the past – or more precisely, where it all began. Car, apartment, killer – no scratch that – killers. There are new characters in the latest version of the past. The scene of crime is revisited quite a number of times through the movie – in the guise of different theories, but I can never look past the mad sheet of rain, and a blurry tangle of limbs. It does get a little overwhelming at a point – Kris? Rajeev? Mano who is Kris, but is also Mano? The new faces don’t help either. One hour down, I cannot tell apart Kris and Rajeev.

*****

There are also those moments in Dhuruvangal… that quite make something out of nothing. In the thick of the mystery – Rahman goes home. He meets an old neighbour who tells him that a man had been lurking outside his apartment for a long time. He walks inside his apartment, grabs something from the fridge, and finally settles with a cup of noodles – while the audience is on edge, waiting for something to happen. A loud something that could shatter the deafening silence, for it’s definitely too abnormally normal, and those crafty switches between long shots and close-ups don’t help either. But the loud moment that the director braces the audience for, just never comes. A lovely bit of filmmaking right there. A snatch of personal space, colourful paraphernalia, muted background score, an expectant hush – and absolutely nothing. A nice deception.

Dhuruvangal… scores on other fronts, too – at an hour-and-forty-five-minutes, it is as brief as it is rapid, and has no songs. Rahman as a cop – with just a touch of pride and immense authority is a delight to watch. There’s something of note in every scene, a chain of events that you’d miss if you blink – and there’s the mystery itself. One too many suspects, deception, and the malignant twist at the end. The sea of unfamiliar faces is probably one of the few things that compounds the movie-watching experience. That, and the rape. And the allusion to the woman’s ’emotional reaction to her stalker’ that the director makes at the end – heard over a picture-perfect Ooty landscape.

*****

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Balle Vellaiya Thevaa Review: Another Tiresome Rural Drama

Balle Vellaiya Theva does one thing effectively: turning Kovai Sarala into the new-age Manorama. This has been coming for a few movies now – she owns a comedy track, gets teary-eyed if needed, and is the loud-mouthed benevolent old woman whom the village loves (or hates when convenient). She can make the most dreary jokes, laugh, cry, and cook up drama at will – it really wouldn’t be amiss.

And that perhaps is her most powerful weapon.

Kovai Sarala is not someone you’d take seriously – and she makes it work in her favour. When a director wants to mock that statutory warning against smoking and alcohol consumption, he enlists the help of Sarala’s unique nasal drawl.

She can no longer be one of the main leads as in Sathi Leelavathi, but Sarala has eased herself into several other roles: whether its the widow with a hotheaded son (Komban) or the really unfunny spirit that appears in a song in Kadavul Irukaan Kumaru. In Balle Vellaiya Thevaa, she’s Kaathaayi, the childless matriarch (yes!) of the village with a penchant for selfies and a whole lot of drama. Sarala doesn’t care when something isn’t funny. She ploughs on earnestly with an instinctive belief that someone, somewhere, would laugh.

They do.

Even when over half the theatre stays silent during an unfunny routine, there’s always the polite chuckle from a distant corner. And, I forgive her quickly – just for her intense comedy. She would definitely make for a fascinating interview subject sometime – as would all comediennes in Tamil cinema. You can’t help but wonder – what makes them tick, really?

***

Sasikumar fondly hopes for another Subramaniapuram, and it is on this quest that he flits between villages, one hopeless rural script at a time. In Vetrivel, he was Vetrivel – who wooed a woman with some creepy stalking. In Balle Vellaiya Thevaa, he’s Sakthivel – who woos a woman with some really creepy stalking.

That’s all the difference there is. The latest Sasikumar film is just another version of Vetrivel with romance that feels as wrong and baseless as the other running theme in the movie: a feud between a village lord and Sakthivel over a DTH service.

It need not have been all that bad, though. The ending is nicer than Subramaniapuram’s, similar but without the violence, and on a comic vein. But it isn’t as potent, and it doesn’t justify the near two-hour drama preceding it. And the moment you hear the notes of a popular song from Subramaniapuram, the illusion that this movie has anything to go on is dispelled. There’s nothing here save the past glory of its lead.

And no matter what previous hits Balle Vellaiya Thevaa draws on, a pair of eyes is just not enough to make sense of it. For instance, who is the Vellaiya Thevan here, really?

*****

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Veera Sivaji Review: Illogical Plot, Insipid Romance And a Hero Who Is Past His Promise

If Veera Sivaji is anything to go by, Vikram Prabhu is well-past that lovely, promising Kumki period. He was quite unknown then, save for some indistinct resemblance to his father, but that really did not matter. Bomman was earnest as the elephant-boy, living and breathing pachyderms.

Four years later, a slightly more popular Vikram Prabhu draws on his grandfather’s legacy to bring in the audience. Veera Sivaji stars Vikram Prabhu as the eponymous hero – Sivaji – who is out to make a hero of himself. And for this, he employs another age-old tactic of the Nadigar Thilagam: emotions that tug, pull, and totally sever the heart-strings. He does laugh at the ensuing drama when it gets too teary, but the moment is all too fleeting. Sivaji is an orphan with a heart-of-gold, has ‘family’ who are not related to him by blood, and tries everything to save said cash-strapped family from impending doom. He allies with thugs, enters shady deals and does all in his power to circumvent logic. In short, anything that is good movie-fodder.

An insipid romance with Shamili (as Anjali, what else) follows. Here are two actors – with familial ties to cinema – starring in a script that quite manages to rob them of their past. Anjali appears and disappears in a cloud of pink or lilac, wears the most outrageous costumes in the most scenic locales, and falls in love with Sivaji who tries to rob her blind. Quite the extraordinary male fantasy, this.

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Saithaan Review: A Distinctly Filmy Adaptation of a Classic Sujatha Book

aah-sujathaWhen Sujatha’s Aah – a 1990 Tamil novella – begins, there’s quite a preamble. There’s some talk about life in general, a pretty grim sketch if you would; matter-of-fact, a little morbid, but nothing out of the ordinary. A distinctly third person voice, or so it seems until you read further. A few sentences down, the author unveils his plot.

And, his protagonist. That’s when I realise it’s a first person narration. Dinesh Kumar is an engineer, IIT-educated, the sort who flips a phone directory to find himself, finds himself, and his other namesake(s), and wonders if they are all perhaps the same person. Nutty. Nice. This …wackiness is what Saithaan – inspired by the novella – fails to instill in its protagonist. When Saithaan begins, Dinesh Kumar (Vijay Antony) is already with the shrink. He’s on a plush recliner – a cross between a dentist’s chair and a La Z Boy – introducing himself, recounting his life for the benefit of the audience. He types away on his computer in a huge office, has a wife who flits between the bed and the kitchen, and has a mother who flits between the kitchen and aah3god-knows-where. That really is all his world is made of; that and those voices in his head. Not quite demonic, not quite human – simply robotic and non-threatening sounding out from those huge speakers, surround sound systems.

I’m disappointed. This isn’t why I braved cyclone Nada and a bunch of very tardy Uber Pool riders; at least Nada was somewhat true to its name – it’s no longer a cyclone, just a deep depression that has managed to make the city prettily wet. I actually shot a picture, smelling wet smells that even the cab’s synthetic fruity perfume couldn’t mask. The effect isn’t thanks to any filter by the way. Just the cab’s artfully slashed blind.

*****

What I would have loved in Saithaan? The book’s introduction translated on screen, even if it seemed a little too prosaic; a series of disjointed images with minimal score – a lovely bleak picture, and then, Dinesh Kumar in casual conversation with one of his voices. Human voices. Disembodied, or with a form that he can recognise. Something similar to Soodhu Kavvum‘s Shalu, but creepily relatable. I would also never learn why the movie was called Saithaan – when it really had nothing to do with demons, only a bunch of rowdy voices that are never lent a satisfactory explanation once the movie veers into themes of reincarnation and past-life regression. There are human villains too – and right there, I get to see glimpses of almost all movies that have been inspired by Tamil novellas – a mixture of faux science and the paranormal. Sujatha’s Aah was written more than two decades ago, it was novel then, and adapting that to screen in 2016 called for a good look at the present. Perhaps that really was what director Pradeep Krishnamoorthy tried when he tried to create a hero out of Vijay Antony; Dinesh is about to kill his wife, whom, he believes is his past-life tormentor. He’s almost there when she tells him she’s …pregnant.

*****

I’d probably pick Andrew Miller’s Pure for the horror screen. A 2011 book, at the heart of which is an engineer tasked with exhuming a cemetery and demolishing a church in Paris. The cemetery is bursting at the seams with all the corpses and the mass graves it holds while a foul odour permeates the food and breath of all those who live nearby. The novel is set in pre-revolutionary France, and Miller’s writing is visually rich and chilling. A dog pees on a vase in the room where the engineer waits to attend an interview, and right there, Miller makes a point for bleakness.

*****

There seem to have been several writers for Saithaan – Sahithya Academy Award winner Joe D’Cruz among them. But I would never know who imbued the script with this distinct filmy quality: Ravi, Dinesh’s colleague rescues him as he tries to kill himself, and as they sit talking about it, Dinesh’s wife brings them coffee. Ravi takes a sip, gags: Is this why you tried killing yourself?

The theatre erupts. We have such amusing notions of chivalry after all, thoughtfully switching seats with a lady friend as soon as a woman takes the neighbouring seat.

Meanwhile, Joe D’Cruz’s Korkai – a 1174-page historical novel that traces the life of a coastal community – languishes on my bookshelf.

*****

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Kadavul Irukan Kumaru Review: Two Hours of Whatsapp Humour

It’s quite disconcerting to watch GV Prakash Kumar in Kadavul Irukaan Kumaaru. Not just because he shows all signs of becoming the Ilaya Thalapathy minus a decade, also because of his abject indifference to gender-sensitivity. Come to think of it, that’s probably what drives GV Prakash Kumar and his ilk of ‘men’ who just refuse to be classified as adults. They’d rather make offensive jokes, play at being the man-child they had idolised while growing up, turn up a collar or two, and ‘follow’ ponnunga. A screen-sport by itself where the women almost always turn them down, and these ‘men-children’ begin a lament of sad duets and extremely derogatory dialogue. Precisely why I have a healthy fear of what’s now being called a ‘romantic-comedy’ – neither romantic nor comical, they are filled with racy, sexist humour amplified a million times on screen. What’s worse, the actors are young; young enough to influence their wide-eyed, clapping and whooping audience who watch in avid fascination (http://series.fountainink.in/lurking-in-the-shadows/ – a chilling account that just needs to be read). Also young enough to rage against everything that they have made a movie about, to join a revolution already in place. But, they don’t, choosing instead to languish in a hormonal, pubescent space devoid of sane reasoning and social sensitivity. They follow, not knowing that off the sets, stalking is neither cute or desirable, nor does it yield to a scripted-win as they believe in their pretty, little heads. Though even if they did, would they really care? The answer to that is something that I worry about.

Or perhaps, I already know.

*****

Kadavul Irukan Kumaru features GV Prakash with exaggerated mannerisms. He’s brash, uncouth and foul-mouthed with a misplaced sense of self-righteousness. There’s also the lamentable arrogance of youth; the thigh-slapping, expletive-ridden vocabulary – fashionably in tune with the new wave of actors vying to be the mass hero. All those negative adjectives notwithstanding, GVP as Kumaru also sees himself as quite the comedian; but poker-faced humour isn’t something he can pull off without insulting a person or two – and for this, he enlists the help of RJ Balaji, who sometimes is genuinely funny when not offensive. And yet again, director M Rajesh and Kumar fall into a well of their boyhood fantasies – a fairytale which they seem to thoroughly enjoy. One woman to love, one woman to hate – they fight over the hero all the same;  a shoddily-written plot involving religion – so reminiscent of Thirumanam Enum Nikkah – that makes you really wonder about the censoring exercise, and a chase sequence that gets you nowhere. Amidst all this, Prakash Raj in his night-robe, cavorting drunkenly with a woman, who is called Amy Jackson because she’s white.

Deemed ‘universal’ by the censors for all the world to watch.

*****

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Achcham Yenbadhu Madamaiyada Review: STR Impresses Out Of Uniform In This Signature Gautham Menon Cop Thriller

Gautham Menon is fastidious about a lot of things. In Achcham Yenbadhu Madamaiyada, he devotes a frame to attribute his inspirations. A moment from The Godfather, no less. A haze of Maharashtra landscape, saffron-clad politicians, a mental asylum, and a snatch of violence later, STR is introduced amidst an adolescent brawl. If Mike Corleone was a decorated war hero who just wanted to stay away from the ‘family business’, AYM‘s STR seems right out of Vinnaithaandi Varuvaya, pat down to the house he lives in. It’s bewildering, this sudden change of …mood(?) but Menon quickly makes his intent known. He is just establishing character. That of someone unlikely enough to chase down a bunch of goons; an average someone who is offended by the rolls of fat he sees on himself. Someone who smooths down his hair before entering a scene of crime, or more precisely, making a scene of crime.

It’s futile to draw similarities, though, and I really wouldn’t want to unless they establish something conclusive. But Menon’s scenes – some of them obviously influenced by The Godfather – segue quite admirably into the narrative that the director has woven, rich with native elements – that they deserve mention. Multiple shots of a deserted hospital corridor set to an ominous background score, the generous use of a tongue foreign to the local audience – Menon devotes another frame to explain his use of language – and the narrative itself, a coming-of-age tale at the centre of which is an actor who is at once brash and romantic. Menon also bestows a worthy name on his hero which he reveals after the interval. Such a nice tale, that one.

It seems right out of a movie.

*****

For someone who has been tirelessly showcasing cop heroes on screen, you’d think the director would exercise some caution this time around – but Menon’s love for the force is all-consuming, so is his penchant for the cool, calculating, ruthlessly honest and honestly ruthless cop that Suriya, Kamal and Ajith were in their own GVM scripts. In Achcham Yenbadhu Madamaiyada though, STR is not born a cop; he’s made into one. By a series of events – fortunate and unfortunate – that unfold. One brings him love, and the next, a few drawn guns. But the cop act doesn’t call for much from STR who has been doing that swagger for a living; he makes quite the impression when he isn’t one, hands visibly shaking when holding a gun, admirably alternating between naked terror and bravery.

Leela (Manjima Mohan) is a revelation. Menon is realistic with his heroine; he chooses a newcomer with careful thought – someone who doesn’t come with the trappings of a star. She’s not unhealthily thin, and seems to like what she eats. Leela also borrows one of Vito Corleone’s unspoken rules: never hit a police officer – but I never get to know why. Though, like all GVM heroines, she is always on the verge of brutal death. Some signature material, this.

*****

AR Rahman’s chords are as delicate as the script is violent, and the movie sometimes seems as musical as its title. Thalli Pogathey is brilliantly positioned, with the most unlikely score ever. A near-fatal highway accident and its resulting chaos are wonderfully woven into a series of cuts – the typical GVM fade-in-and-fade-out – set to some unreal music. Neither sinister, nor cheerful, you never know whether they live or die, for everything becomes a part of the bloody song. Leela is artfully thrown from the bike, hair splayed out against the rich, green landscape while STR is hurled onto an oncoming bus with as much grace as a seemingly-unconscious man can muster.

Only, STR isn’t unconscious, I soon find out. Merely eloquent – professing undying love when dying. He tells it in Tamil, he tells it in English, and soon, you wish the talking would end – one way or the other.

*****

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