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Wednesday, February 13, 2019

THE ANNAVETTICADGOES2THEMOVIES AWARDS: BEST MOLLYWOOD FILMS 2018

THE GEMS THAT REDEEMED A LARGELY TERRIBLE YEAR FOR MALAYALAM CINEMA

2018 was awful for Malayalam cinema. It is a measure of how great this film industry a.k.a. Mollywood is though, that even in what is arguably its worst year of the past decade, it has given us some of India’s best cinematic works. Since I reviewed Sathyan Anthikad’s Njan Prakashan just recently, I can’t find a way to better express my feelings than in these words from that write-up: Sometimes I want to wrap Malayalam cinema in a big, warm bear hug and plant affectionate, grateful kisses on its cheeks.


This list of my favourite Malayalam films of 2018 covers theatrical releases from the last calendar year. But increasingly, there are good films not going down that road at all. Rahul Riji Nair’s Ottamuri Velicham (The Light in the Room), for one, is an unnerving account of marital rape in the remote Kerala countryside that was released directly on online platforms. Sanal Kumar Sashidharan has decided not to waste his time submitting his Unmadiyude Maranam (Death of Insane) to the Censor Board due to its politically explosive content, although that rules out a mainstream release for the film.

Nair and Sashidharan are not alone in opting for unconventional routes to the public. As technology, exhibition media and audiences change, their numbers are bound to increase, and as that happens, critics’ lists such as this one too will adapt. For the moment though, this is my pick of the best Mollywood films that came to theatres in 2018:

BEST MOLLYWOOD FILMS

1: Ee.Ma.Yau

The games people play around death have fascinated filmmakers for decades. In Ee.Ma.Yau, Malayalam auteur Lijo Jose Pellissery zeroed in on a son who promises his father a grand funeral despite his financial constraints, a widow publicly – and vociferously – mourning the passing of a spouse whose infidelity she privately suspected, and a daughter who cares more than even she knows.

If 2017 belonged to Chemban Vinod Jose and Pellissery as a writer-director combination (Pellissery’s smash hit Angamaly Diaries marked Jose’s debut as a writer), then 2018 belonged again to the duo, though this time it was Jose the actor we got to see in Ee.Ma.Yau. His deadpan take on a son for whom time comes to a standstill with the loss of a parent was one of the best performances of the year. Ee.Ma.Yau was a beautifully shot film packed with hilarious situations and believable characters, with a wealth of insights on mortality and social pretences in a tiny fishing village by the sea.

(For the full review of Ee.Ma.Yau, click here)

2: Eeda

Love across class, caste, regional and religious divides has been repeatedly explored by Indian cinema, but Eeda chose to focus instead on another barrier that in this divisive age has been ending marriages and friendships across the globe: the political disagreement. The film was promoted as a Romeo and Juliet set against the backdrop of inter-party violence in Kerala. Frankly, the Shakespearean reference was redundant unless every romantic relationship opposed by rival clans is to be credited to the Bard.

Both in this context, and as a standalone story, Eeda is a well-acted, well-told account of what happens when two young people are drawn to each other despite their families being deeply entrenched in the establishments of opposing political parties. Shane Nigam was endearing as a young man from a Hindu right wing background, but the stand-out performance came from Nimisha Sajayan as a strong-willed student who discovers the hypocrisy of her supposedly progressive Communist people when she asserts herself against their tyranny. A smashing directorial debut for National Award winning editor B. Ajithkumar, and a very brave film.


3: S. Durga a.k.a. Sexy Durga 

The din over the I&B Ministry’s repeated efforts to stall this film on India’s festival circuit almost drowned out director Sanal Kumar Sashidharan’s richly layered, no-holds-barred condemnation of the patriarchal status quo and its upholders in Sexy Durga that was renamed S. Durga by the geniuses at the Censor Board. Durga of the title is an ordinary woman under siege on the streets of India and at home while the goddess of the same name is worshipped in temples and in a religious festival that runs parallel to the story of the lead couple.

The predators posing as protectors of women in the film mirror the manner in which patriarchy seeks to curb and violate women in the name of keeping us/them safe. The Sangh Parivar’s campaign against inter-faith marriages in which the woman is Hindu, parochial biases, gender prejudice and violence all find a place in this deceptively simple, chilling tale of a young couple in flight, trying desperately to get a lift on a deserted road late one night. 

(For the full review of Sexy Durga, click here)

4: Njan Prakashan

The blockbuster team of director Sathyan Anthikad and writer Sreenivasan back together again after a gap of 16 years would be reason to celebrate on any given day. That they lived up to their reputation with this Fahadh Faasil-starrer was the cake and the icing on it. Njan Prakashan follows the life of a somewhat amoral wacko called Prakashan who renames himself P.R. Akash just to be cool, refuses to practise nursing despite being professionally qualified because he thinks it’s not cool enough, manipulates his loved ones and takes it for granted that those around him will never be as conscienceless as he is. Life teaches him better through the vehicle of three tough-as-nails women in this slice-of-life saga narrated with Anthikad’s signature natural ease.

Emerging new talents are always a joy to discover, but there is nothing quite as enjoyable and reassuring as finding that a stalwart retains his touch.

(For the full review of Njan Prakashan, click here)


5: Koode

Of the present generation of Malayalam directors, not many can handle sibling bonds like Anjali Menon can. Bangalore Days’ helmswoman outdid herself in Koode, her film about the ghosts of a childhood lost to sacrifices that no one should ever be asked to make. Returning to the big screen after a four-year post-marriage hiatus, Nazriya Nazim Fahadh provided a sparkly foil to the brooding leading man (Prithviraj Sukumaran), while Parvathy in a smaller role rounded off one of the best casts of the year.

The film belonged though to Prithviraj whose outstanding performance had the power to rip the beating heart out of an iceberg. Koode was as much about silences as the spoken word, and the power of the unsaid. It was nothing short of poetry on screen.

(For the full review of Koode, click here)


6: Njan Marykkutty

This one was pathbreaking. On paper I can imagine that Njan Marykkutty was described as “a transsexual man undergoes gender reassignment surgery to become a woman”, but in translation it was so much more. Ranjith Sankar’s film was about the government apathy, community opprobrium and even violence that Marykkutty faces from a society that sees gender only in terms of male or female by birth.

In a more evolved India, film industries will have space for trans actors to play trans persons, but considering the constant stereotyping and caricaturing by our cinemas of characters who do not fit patriarchal norms, it counts as a crucial turning point that a male star as mainstream as Jayasurya would opt to play a trans woman sans mockery or comical jibes in Njan Marykkutty and without bothering about the potential risk to his macho image among traditionalist audiences. (For the record, a parallel evolution too is happening – in the Malayalam film Aabhaasam also released last year, a trans woman was played by the trans actor Sheetal Shyam and we will hopefully see more such inclusiveness in coming years.)

Jayasurya was stupendous as Mathukkutty who becomes Marykkutty. His remarkably unselfconscious performance embodied the spirit of the film, which seemed determined to see Marykkutty as a person not just a trans person. Great cinema is not born of good intentions and humanity alone. The reason why Njan Marykkutty works is because it has a story to tell and it tells it well, imbuing it with both sensitivity and entertainment value.

(For the full review of Njan Marykkutty, click here)

7: Bhayanakam 

A postman in World War II Kerala transitions from being welcomed as a harbinger of good news to being shunned as an ill omen, as the war progresses and the money orders he once bore give way to telegrams bringing tidings of the deaths of locals on faraway battlefields. Renji Panicker as Bhayanakam’s troubled protagonist was an inspired casting choice. Asha Sarath played a woman whose free thinking and unfettered lifestyle bely contemporary assumptions about the curbs on women in non-urban settings or from earlier times. 

Jayaraj’s Bhayanakam – a part of the director’s Navarasa series – deservedly won the National Award for Best Director, Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Cinematography last year. Like all his recent works, this one too is visually magnificent, its frames underlining the constancy of nature when left to her own devices versus the inconstancy of humankind. Set in the backwaters of Kuttanad, one of the most stunning locations on the planet, Bhayanakam is also a timely reminder of the magic of the big screen for generations increasingly consuming cinema on cellphones, laptops and televisions at home. God’s Own Country will always be worth a visit to a movie hall.

8: Kayamkulam Kochunni 

The folklore surrounding a poor Muslim boy in Kerala who grew up to be a Robin Hood, stealing from wealthy Brahmins to provide for impoverished Dalits and who is now immortalised at a shrine attached to a temple in the state is worth recounting in every era. It is of course particularly relevant and resonant in the times we live in where Islamophobia is sweeping across the globe and where India’s Dalit community has become more politically assertive than ever before.

Kayamkulam Kochunni was an extravagant production, far removed from the more small-scale cinema Nivin Pauly is usually associated with. Its effectiveness lay in the fact that the grandeur of its vision matched its visual scale. This was a fun, energetic film, intelligent, inspiring and refreshingly optimistic.

(For the full review of Kayamkulam Kochunni, click here)

9: Aadhi 

Mollywood megastar Mohanlal’s son, Pranav Mohanlal, made his debut as an adult leading man in one of the best action flicks to emerge from Indian cinema in recent years. Mohanlal Junior is trained in parkour, a skill that was put to ample use in this hormonally charged action adventure packed with more quality chases and other thrilling stunts than we are used to seeing in Malayalam cinema.

Aadhi had a worthwhile story too, so we know that young Pranav can not just fight like a lion and run like a deer, he can also act. That he is cute to boot is a bonus. Suspense galore, a likeable newcomer, unrelenting action and an unexpected emotional pull are a promising mix anyway. After Drishyam’s nationwide success, director Jeethu Joseph showed us once again with Aadhi that few people can pull off crime dramas quite like he does.

(For the full review of Aadhi, click here)

10: Carbon – Ashes and Diamonds

Four years after Munnariyippu gave Mammootty one of his few memorable roles of the past decade, veteran cinematographer Venu returned to direction with the fantastical Carbon: Ashes and Diamonds. Fahadh Faasil here played a nutty chap whose head churns with outlandish get-rich-quick schemes while Mamta Mohandas was an adventurous, enigmatic late entrant in the plot who may or may not have been a creature of his imagination.

Mollywood routinely delivers some of the finest camerawork in the country, but K.U. Mohanan outdid himself and set new benchmarks for cinematography nationwide in the second half of Carbon during which the storyline drifts about in a seeming daze across mystical landscapes mirroring the wanderings of the hero’s mind. As much as Venu’s narrative is a tribute to the potential limitlessness of the human vision, Mohanan’s work on this film feels like a prayer to the cosmos and to the beauty of God’s Own Country.

(For the full review of Carbon – Ashes and Diamonds, click here)

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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

REVIEW 646: KAYAMKULAM KOCHUNNI


Release date:
Kerala: October 11, 2018. Delhi: October 12.
Director:
Rosshan Andrrews
Cast:



Language:
Nivin Pauly, Priya Anand, Mohanlal, Sunny Wayne, Shine Tom Chacko, Sudheer Karamana, Manikandan R. Achari, Sidhartha Siva, Thesni Khan, Sudev Nair
Malayalam


Kayamkulam Kochunni is a grand film. Its grandeur is not merely physical though, but a factor of its worldview, political sensibilities and sensitivity. An impoverished Muslim child who, in his adulthood, was brutalised by wily Brahmins and ultimately driven to crime, stealing from rich upper-caste Hindus and providing to poverty-stricken Dalits – at any given time in India, a film based on this story would be significant. The 19th century Malayali Robin Hood’s biopic is particularly relevant though in India of 2018, where Muslims are being marginalised, degraded and lynched by right-wing Hindutva forces while the Dalit community is on the boil.

This big-screen interpretation of his life is reportedly the most expensive Mollywood venture till date. Comparisons between Kayamkulam Kochunni and the Tollywood epic Bahubali are inevitable, so let me get this out of the way. Bahubali 1&2 are fantasy dramas, this one is based on a true story. The Bahubalis were ostentatious films about wealthy kings, Kayamkulam Kochunni is opulent in its own way but it gives more space on its massive canvas to the poor than to the rich, to the oppressed than to the oppressors. The Bahubalis were socially and politically conformist for the most part, Kayamkulam Kochunni is a celebration of non-conformism and social rebellion.

Moments after the film opens, young Kochunni of Kayamkulam town gets an early Les Miserables-style lesson in inequity and injustice when his father is beaten to a pulp for stealing grain to feed his starving family. On leaving home, the little Muslim boy encounters unexpected kindness from an upper-caste Hindu gentleman and, despite his bitter childhood memories, grows up to be a happy-go-lucky youth, popular among locals and generous to a fault. His schooling in caste tyranny among Hindus and British colonialism, his love for the Shudra woman Janaki, his encounter with the dreaded dacoit Ithikkara Pakki and his own journey to banditry are all chronicled in considerable detail in this film snappily edited by Sreekar Prasad.

Like Rajeev Ravi who directed the blockbuster Kammatipaadam and so many other wonderful Malayalam directors, Rosshan Andrrews too does not assume that films on marginalised communities must perforce be artsy, niche, small and underplayed. Kayamkulam Kochunni is, among other things, an imposing spectacle. The river that runs by the town and the natural splendour of the region are beautifully shot both by day and by night by DoP Binod Pradhan, as are the lushly lit Kalari scenes led by veteran actor Babu Antony. The most powerful image from the film to my mind though is of Kochunni getting married inside a giant pyramidical tower created by poor men standing one on top of the other’s shoulders. That evocative picture combined with the throbbing chants of those people forms one of the most impactful passages from Kayamkulam Kochunni.

Such carefully crafted imagery ensures that despite its visual scale, heart-stopping action, high-adrenaline chases and Gopi Sundar’s pulsating music, the dominant takeaway from Kayamkulam Kochunni is its politics and humanity.


That said, a film that represents the country’s lowest castes, the poor and a beleaguered religious minority with such sensitivity is surprisingly neglectful of women. The female characters are all present here either to be loved, protected or exploited by the men and not as individuals in their own right. The ultimate irony is that Kayamkulam Kochunni features an item song during which the camera remains fixated on Nora Fatehi’s bottom.  Only one woman gets significant screen time, prominence in the plot and any kind of agency. Even the crowd scenes and the musical choruses are dominated by men. This is not what one would expect from a film directed by Andrrews and written by Bobby-Sanjay, considering that their most successful recent collaboration was Manju Warrier’s comeback film after a 14 year hiatus, How Old Are You. That film was woman-centric but did not erase men. In this one, it is as if the team could not envision crucial leadership or participatory roles for the so-called weaker/gentler sex in an action adventure. (On this front alone, Baahubali 2 scores over Kayamkulam Kochunni with Anushka Shetty’s atypical Devasena.)

The cast is packed with known names. Priya Anand does a decent job of playing the unpredictable Janaki, as does Sunny Wayne in a meaty role as Kochunni’s bete noir Keshava – neither of them is great, but they are fair enough. Mohanlal appears late in the film as that other legendary highway robber, Ithikkara Pakki, and lends an animalistic touch to his performance as a brigand with a heart of gold. The camera is careful not to pull out too far when his character is throwing punches, which is a good thing because it has been a long time since Lalettan has looked convincing in action scenes. However, his screen presence and star stature give his character the weight it deserves despite this being only an extended cameo.


Shine Tom Chacko stands out among the able supporting actors, playing a Brahmin with empathy for Dalits. (Possible spoilers ahead) The only off-key performance comes from Thesni Khan as a woman Kochunni considers family. At arguably the most important turning point in the leading man’s adult life, her ambiguous facial expressions leave a question mark over whether she is helpless and scared or intentionally traitorous.

In fact, the writing itself becomes thoroughly awkward around the final betrayal of Kochunni. The screenplay attributes what feel like contrived motivations to every single person who lets him down.

(Spoiler alert ends)

Nivin Pauly is an unusual choice for Kochunni since he does not have the body type conventionally associated with action heroes (read: Prabhas and Rana Daggubati). Yet, despite his increasing bulk, Pauly is surprisingly agile in the fight scenes. He also does a remarkable job sans gimmickry of capturing the protagonist’s transformation from innocence to seething, volcanic fury, from that simple young man called Kochunni to Kayamkulam Kochunni of folklore in whose name a shrine exists attached to a temple in Kerala. 

Pauly is currently one of the poster boys of middle-of-the-road Malayalam cinema. Kayamkulam Kochunni is a reminder that he is as adept at headlining a humongous, overtly massy project as the delicate little gems he is so closely associated with. This is a film that is large in every conceivable way – large to look at and large of heart. Its strength lies in the fact that its soul overshadows the spectacle at each turn, and the lasting memory from it is of a poor Muslim man who soldiered past his hellish beginnings to become a messiah for the most downtrodden of India’s people.

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

CBFC Rating (India):
U
Running time:
143 minutes

A version of this review has also been published on Firstpost: