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Wednesday, February 21, 2024

REVIEW 796: FAMILY

Release date:

Festival: January 2023

Theatrical: February 22, 2024

Director:

Don Palathara

Cast:

Vinay Forrt, Divya Prabha, Mathew Thomas, Nilja K. Baby, Abhija Sivakala, Jolly Chirayath, Prathapan K.S., Jitin Puthanchery, Sajitha Madathil

Language:

Malayalam 

 


(This review was written and first published in February 2023 right after Family had its world premiere at the International Film Festival of Rotterdam)

 

In the higher reaches of the mountains of Idukki, in a village thick with verdure and hypocrisy, a man called Sony makes everyone’s business his own. This magnificent, densely forested region with its contemplative atmosphere is ideal for a story in which a lot transpires below the surface but an entire community noiselessly conspires to sweep its skeletons under a carpet.

 

Sony (Vinay Forrt) is the heart of the local populace. It would not be accurate to describe him as a busybody since the people rely on his help. He is always around in good times and in bad – attending weddings and funerals, chipping in with household chores, counselling the youth, drawing them into community service, supporting a bereaved family, volunteering when the parish priest asks – which is all so great that it’s hard to pin down the reason why it is so acutely discomfiting right from the start to watch this man roam among them.

 

When Sony sees a pregnant woman (Divya Prabha) executing a physical task in her courtyard, he rushes over to take over from her. When another woman (Abhija Sivakala) needs to pluck the fruit off a tree on her grounds, she does not hire workers – Sony does the job. If your kid is struggling at school, who do you turn to for tuitions? Answer: Sony. If you suffer a tragedy, who walks an extra mile for you? Sony. Genial, solicitous Sony whose actions go above and beyond the community spirit that is the norm here.

 

A gnawing suspicion soon arises though. Is Sony helpful because he is genuinely kind-hearted? Or are there other possibilities? Perhaps his concern and consideration are excuses to gain proximity to you. Perhaps he is that guy who strategically earns your trust so that you won’t notice when you glimpse questionable conduct, but if you do, you will be bullied into shutting up by those who prefer to look the other way. Family is not, however, about him alone.

 

Written by Don Palathara and Sherin Catherine, directed and edited by Don, Family in its entirety is a portrait of a repressed, conservative society. The location, blanketed with thick greenery and a resounding quiet, is in itself a metaphor for the silences that blanket uncomfortable truths. The film also engages with the very different reactions to a man and a woman who are deemed to have brought shame on the kutumbam. It is purportedly about one place at a certain time, but it’s really about Everyplace Everytime, whenever and wherever in the world folks have colluded to keep the secrets they are ashamed of “in the family”.

 

In the very first scene, an important character tells a boy that a leopard won’t attack a person unless threatened. The wild feline in the forest instinctively follows a code that Homo sapiens themselves do not. Family spotlights a very human penchant for attacking to oppress rather than for nourishment or self-defence, and a community’s willingness to provide camouflage even if it means endangering its own by letting the predator run free. 

 

Family’s writer-director team choose to mirror their characters’ mindset and behaviour by leaving most things unsaid and unseen. Renganaath Ravee’s sound design and Basil C.J’s music exemplify their vision. When the latter’s score initially floats in, it takes a minute to distinguish it from the sounds of nature that dominate most of the film.

 

The poetry in its minimalism and unbelievably perceptive observations make Family a breath-taking experience.

 

Given one of the most beautiful locations on Earth, DoP Jaleel Badusha mines it for maximum effect even while employing a subdued palette. The exquisite shots emerging from his explorations of the area (in addition to an unexpected scene boasting of some rather impressive CGI) elevate Family to a meditational experience.

 

The spare narrative caused me some confusion in the opening half as I tried to figure out who is who and related how to whom among the smaller roles. In those moments, I wished the camera had spent just a bit more time with each one and had looked squarely at them – instead of the angles from which they were shot – so that their faces were imprinted on my memory, but even through those passages, my sense of disquiet about the bigger picture remained.

 

The camera in the film gives off a vibe of being both an aloof bystander and a knowing insider. It rarely moves close to an individual and some of the most horrific acts in the storyline occur off screen, but what happens in the viewer’s line of sight consistently serves as a warning bell. Note the vantage point in a scene in which a man is shown in conversation with another. There is a certain type of man every woman has met: the fellow who invades your space without actually touching you, his hands hovering too close to the area around your chest or thighs as he speaks, all the while maintaining a pretence that he is unaware of your unease and hyper-alertness. As a woman, it chilled me to the bone that I was witnessing the exact same scenario on screen here, with one crucial difference: in place of a woman was a boy.

 

It is clear from Don’s filmography that he is fascinated by and immensely knowledgeable about both Christianity and his native Idukki. Christian rituals, customs and imagery are everywhere in Family. The film’s  account of local Malayali Christian practices is as educational as it is entertaining. Of particular interest is a pre-wedding function that features an older man on stage play-acting dressing up the young husband-to-be. At one such event I recently attended in Kerala, the groom’s uncle was such a lively, funny guy who kept us, his audience, in splits, that the moroseness of the guests at the ceremony in Family seems hilarious in contrast.

 

In his most prominent film roles so far, Vinay Forrt has played characters whose shortcomings were tempered by a layer of innocence bordering on naiveté. Vimal Sir in Premam, Sreenivasan Masha in Thamaasha and David Christudas in Malik were all flawed, not terrible. In Kismath, on the other hand, his character aimed an aggressive nastiness at the hapless leads. Vinay’s challenge in Family is to steer clear of both these spaces. Sony masks his worst side in a package of affability and thoughtfulness, although no one can be sure that that is what he does. Vinay is pitch perfect in giving Sony a barely discernible unsettling presence without being in-your-face repulsive. This is a deeply involved actor acing his most difficult role yet.   

 

Divya Prabha is just emerging from a year in which she won all-round acclaim playing the beleaguered Reshmi in Ariyippu (Declaration) that was premiered at Locarno. She joins an ensemble cast of wonderfully naturalistic artistes to play the conflicted and hesitant Rani who is yet brave enough to articulate a prickly question that no one has asked so far in Family

 

Don Palathara has built his career on making films on his own terms, giving mainstream clichés a wide berth yet not fitting entirely into the middle-of-the-road nature of the new Malayalam New Wave. His Santhoshathinte Onnam Rahasyam a.k.a. The Joyful Mystery has been his most high-profile work among Indian film-goers so far. In terms of cinematic idiom, Family more closely resembles his fable-like 1956, Madhyathiruvithamkoor (1956, Central Travancore). Along with his co-writer, he gives this film a lived-in feel, an air of: we have been here, met these people and know what they hide in their closeted minds. The director is present in this village, making mental notes, enabling viewers to drink it all in, not as outsiders staring at a screen but as co-travellers standing beside him and seeing through his eyes. He is not looking in on alien beings to tell an exotic tale in Family. He is not othering the minority community whose story he chronicles, he is normalising them, using the specifics of their culture and conservatism to drive home a universal point.

 

Family does not follow the revved-up beats conventionally demanded by commercial cinema, it follows the rhythms of life. And it’s a masterpiece.

 

Rating (out of 5 stars): 4.5   

 

Running time:

111 minutes 

 

Visual courtesy: IMDB 

 

This review was originally published under the headline Poetic minimalism brilliantly used to capture a society sweeping its skeletons under a carpet” on Firstpost in February 2023

 

Thursday, May 31, 2018

REVIEW 608: AABHAASAM

Release date:
Kerala: May 4, Delhi: May 25, 2018
Director:
Jubith Namradath
Cast:



Language:
Suraj Venjaramoodu, Rima Kallingal, Sheethal Shyam, Nirmal Palazhi, Alencier Ley Lopez, Indrans, Nithin Raj, Nassar, Abhija Sivakala, Mammukoya
Malayalam     


When a bus called Gandhi from Democracy Travels takes off on a Karnataka-Kerala highway, it seems inevitable that this will be an eventful ride. The passengers include a lustful male conductor out to maul a beautiful single woman on board, a transsexual who bonds with the latter, a horny man who is turned on at the sight of a couple making out, a solo female traveller separated by a few seats from an attentive and attractive young fellow, a sickly chap seated beside a considerate youth, a child sexual abuse survivor, an over-zealous Christian duo, a hypocritical Muslim guy who makes puritanical demands on his wife, a thin-skinned Hindu pilgrim and a foreigner curious about Hinduism. Gandhi is part of a fleet that includes vehicles named Godse, Jinnah, Marx and Ambedkar.

This is the sort of concept that could potentially translate into terribly pretentious or terribly clever satire. Debutant writer-director Jubith Namradath’s Aabhaasam is a mixed bag. The christening of the buses ends up sounding puerile in a film that whiles away too much time getting to where it wants to go, and packs in too much blatant messaging on the way there. Too many metaphors in Aabhaasam lack subtlety, too many characters rear their heads with promise but then fade away, and there are too many socio-political references that, though current and relevant, barely skim the surface of the issues in question. In its exploration of gender dynamics on the bus though, Namradath does indeed make a significant point.

Aabhaasam variously means immorality, indecency and vulgarity. The director says the title is also a crunching down of Aarsha Bharatha Samskaram, a glorious era in India’s (arguably mythical) past. The irony clearly did not go down well with the Central Board of Film Certification (CBFC), which initially gave Aabhaasam an unfairly severe A (adults only) rating, which was changed to UA after a long-drawn-out battle. Namradath has told the news media that the Censors attributed the A to his film’s “anti-establishment” nature. I will leave it to lawyers to discuss the illegality of that criterion, and dwell instead on the over-sensitivity of the sarkar.

If “establishment” is to be read literally here as “India’s present government / ruling party”, then the examining committee was most probably irked by the (amusing) mention in the film of beef dishes being camouflaged on the menu of a Malayali restaurant in Karnataka. It is a measure of this government’s extreme insecurity that its flunkies in the CBFC have found this passing aside in Aabhaasam bothersome.

If “anti-establishment” is to be read as “anti-status quo”, well then, it is the job of creative persons to question prevailing power structures, and yes, Aabhaasam does that. It is not the CBFC’s job to object to this (or any) filmmaker’s decision to hammer patriarchy and sexual repression, take minor potshots at major religions and the government.

Aabhaasam’s earnestness in an intimidating political environment is no doubt impressive. Sadly, its good intentions take it only so far and not further.

The success of an ensemble enterprise depends on the writer developing multiple single-line descriptors into full-fledged characters, memorable whether they are big or small. The sexually unapologetic Seema from Angamaly Diaries, Kachra the Dalit spinner from Lagaan and Maman the vile gangster from Slumdog Millionaire are what iconic ensemble films are made of – etched forever in the public consciousness although they were just satellite presences in their respective films. Despite Aabhaasam’s ensemble cast of respected artistes, most of the characters are briefly engaging but not effectively expanded by the screenplay into individuals with a distinctive personality and profile that goes beyond the markers of the social group they are meant to represent.

The only fully-fleshed-out player in Aabhaasam, the person who makes the film worthwhile, is the creepy bus attendant played by Suraj Venjaramoodu. The story emerging from his actions, the equation that forms between the woman he targets (Rima Kallingal), her new found trans friend (Sheethal Shyam) and the stranger played by Abhija Sivakala, lead to well-thought-out consequences and a credible conclusion.

It helps that all four actors are remarkable. Kallingal and Shyam deserved better-scripted roles, but they do well with what they are served. Venjaramoodu, with the benefit of the film’s best-written part, makes a chameleon-like descent into sliminess that is particularly striking because his turn as a sweetly subdued husband to a fiery wife in Thondimuthalum Driksakshiyum last year is still so fresh in the mind. Sivakala is a powerhouse performer and makes a mark with just a few minutes of screen time.

Namradath’s potential is evident with the strand involving this quartet in Aabhaasam. Their impact is diluted inexcusably though by the many wanderings in the screenplay, including a self-indulgent, intellectually la-di-da sequence in the lap of nature featuring Kallingal and Shyam. As if infected by the mood, editor Shameer Muhammed, who is otherwise so wonderful, allows too many moments, shots and scenes to linger longer than they should until the film’s final, finally interesting half hour.

If great principles alone could make great art, every activist would be an artist. Jubith Namradath’s sincerity is evident in Aabhaasam but obviously more was needed. Where his film works is when it is not making over-smart, snappy statements, but telling a story instead. Honestly, that story should have been enough.

Rating (out of five stars): *3/4

CBFC Rating (India):
UA 
Running time:
121 minutes 

This review has also been published on Firstpost:




Wednesday, August 3, 2016

REVIEW 411: OZHIVUDIVASATHE KALI (AN OFF-DAY GAME)


Release date:
July 29, 2016 (Bengaluru), July 8, 2016 (Chennai), June 17 (Kerala)
Director:
Sanal Kumar Sashidharan
Cast:


Language:
Nisthar Ahamed, Pradeep Kumar P.M., Girish Nair, Baiju Netto, Arun Nayar, R. Reju Pillai, Abhija Sivakala
Malayalam


Writer-director Sanal Kumar Sashidharan’s Ozhivudivasathe Kali (An Off-Day Game) is a deceptively calm film. Like the water in that brook bubbling softly beside the primary location, it appears serene from a distance. Plunge below the tranquil surface though, and what you get is a chilling saga of caste, class, colour and misogyny in our society.

The hypocrisy in that outward calm and in the simmering tension beneath that veneer of peaceful co-existence are rendered all the more poignant because the story takes place in Kerala, a state that is romanticised and mythified in the north Indian imagination due to its high literacy rate and other positive social development indicators. That said, though the film is rooted in Kerala, it mirrors social realities across India. The language may be Malayalam, but it would hold meaning in any Indian language. Its cultural specificity is complemented by the universality of its themes.

This is a seemingly simple yet intimidatingly complex film. And it is stunning.

Ozhivudivasathe Kali is about five friends gathered at a remote country house. They have an off day from work due to elections in the state, hence the title. A local woman is roped in to cook them a meal, while they drink several rounds of alcohol.

From the moment we first spot these five middle-aged men together, the film delivers a running commentary on Kerala society. Liquor is a pre-occupation. Women are trivialised. Dark skin is mocked. One of them is addressed by the group as Thirumeni (holy one); we later discover that his surname is Namboothiri (read: a member of the priestly caste). Dasan’s complexion is the subject of much discussion. His caste ranking gradually becomes evident from the unspoken assumptions made about tasks he will handle and the later repeated taunts about “his party”.

Three things flow in plenty on this off day, as on all days in Kerala: conversation, alcohol and prejudice. The friends discuss the Emergency, caste, dignity of labour and sexual violence. In one of the film’s most telling passages, they sing a cheery song about beating up their wives. That women are their playthings is evident from that drunken number, and from their attitude to the cook Geetha.

Based on a story by Unni R., Ozhivudivasathe Kali rambles along as if nothing in particular is happening, yet it is an assemblage of potential explosions. Everyone except Geetha appears to be in a light-hearted mood, yet each one harbours resentments that run deep. It is those resentments – vicious and volcanic – that culminate in the film’s unexpected, horrifying climax.

If that climax has the ability to knock the breath out of a viewer, it is primarily because Ozhivudivasathe Kali feels not like a film but like an extract from real life. DoP Indrajith S. keeps his camera invisible, the acting is natural and the speech unscripted. That last part is unsurprising: there were, in fact, no written dialogues before the shooting began.

Rather than a loud background score to needlessly heighten the drama, the film ropes in sound designer T. Krishnanunni to weave nature seamlessly into, around, through and past the men’s endless chatter. The breeze, the brook, the birds and the rain are Ozhivudivasathe Kali’s music except in the beginning and end when composer Basil Joseph unobtrusively steps in.

Interestingly, the film does not seek to canonise victims of marginalisation, as lazily written commercial cinema often does. Dasan (played by Baiju Netto) may be bristling with anger at Dalit oppression, yet he too is a purveyor of misogyny. There also emerges during their talk, a hierarchy in hate: Vinayan (Pradeep Kumar P.M.) deems it acceptable to leer at Geetha (Abhija Sivakala) but believes that an actual physical relationship requires a woman’s consent, Asokan (Arun Nayar) says there is an element of rape in all sexual intercourse between a man and woman, we can guess without being told that Dharman (Nisthar Ahamed) agrees. (Aside: Girish Nair plays Namboothiri/Thirumeni.)

Revulsion for these men is partnered by fascination. It is impossible to look away. The camera understands that and remains unrelenting in its pursuit of them. The denouement is filmed in a single shot that lasts almost 48 minutes. It is exhausting, but enthralling.
  
Ozhivudivasathe Kali deservedly won the FIPRESCI Award for Best Malayalam Film at the International Film Festival of Kerala 2015 and Best Film at the Kerala State Film Awards in the same year. It got a theatrical release in its home state in June, hit Chennai early last month and is now in Bangalore theatres. This is a film that needs to be seen not just by Malayalis, but by everyone, not just by adults, but by children too.

As it happens, the usually queasy, politically conservative Central Board of Film Certification has given Ozhivudivasathe Kali a UA certificate. The director lets on that the Board asked for two voice mutes but no cuts. In an ideal world, even that should not have happened, but considering that the country’s Dalit agitation has reached a flashpoint in Gujarat – a state very dear to the present Central Government – it is a miracle that the film has been released at all.

Opening shots of the election mayhem in the film shows swarms of flags bearing political party symbols: the Congress’ hand, the hammer and sickle, the BJP’s lotus. A flock of BJP supporters drive by on motorcycles shouting “Bharat Mata ki jai (Hail Mother India)”. What follows is a story about the games played by the aforesaid Mata’s favoured children: upper caste, upper class, Hindu and male.

Ozhivudivasathe Kali is a socio-politically and culturally precious cinematic gem. Kerala, Chennai and Bangalore are fortunate. If it is not released in your city, the loss is entirely yours.

Rating (out of five): ****1/2

CBFC Rating (India):
UA
Running time:
106 minutes 

This review has also been published on Firstpost: