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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, July 31, 2018

REVIEW 619: KOODE


Release date:
Kerala: July 13, 2018. Delhi: July 20, 2018.
Director:
Anjali Menon
Cast:





Language:
Prithviraj Sukumaran, Nazriya Nazim Fahadh, Parvathy Thiruvothu, Maala Parvathi, Ranjith Balakrishnan, Atul Kulkarni, Devan, Roshan Mathew, Darshana Rajendran, Santhosh Keezhattoor   
Malayalam     


“Coach Ashraf was the first person to ever pass the ball to me,” Sophie tells Joshua, on a gray day up in the mountains of southern India. She is a rebel who has been paying a price for her self-respect, and is grabbing a moment of solace here with an old friend.

Joshua is young like her, but his shoulders are slightly hunched under the crushing burden patriarchy places on men. “Actually, I was the one who passed the ball to you,” he corrects her shyly, before acknowledging that the coach had asked him to do so.

A lesser filmmaker may have framed this brief dialogue such that it cries from rooftops, “See this, viewers! See how socially conscious I am!” Producer-director-writer Anjali Menon though leaves us to make of it what we wish. Read it, if you will, as an exchange of inanities between two people hesitantly picking up the frayed threads of a precious relationship snuffed out in its infancy. Or read in it thoughts left unspoken – by a woman remembering a mentor who backed her when she took the reins of life in her hands as a child, and by a man who may still not grasp the magnitude of that moment but is glad he was in it anyway.

Koode uses words sparingly. Menon even cheekily stresses the risks involved in this creative choice during the early banter between Joshua and his sister Jenny, when he laughingly takes a swipe at her incessant chatter and she shoots back: “If even I don’t talk, this will become some kind of award-worthy art film.”

Jenny is what conformists might call “comic relief” in an otherwise intentionally languorous narrative. But to speak in terms of formulae would be a disservice to this lyrical film. Koode is a remake of Sachin Kundalkar’s Marathi venture Happy Journey in which a sister who has barely met her brother while she was alive appears to him after her death. Kundalkar is credited with the story and Menon with the screenplay and dialogues of Koode. In the Malayalam retelling, Joshua is the older sibling who was sent off to work in the Gulf at 15 since he was floundering at school and the family desperately needed cash to treat baby Jenny’s congenital, life-threatening condition.

The film opens with an adult Joshua (Prithviraj Sukumaran) returning home on receiving news of Jenny’s death. From the moment we first meet him, his entire being seems enveloped in a halo of sadness. It soon becomes clear that Joshua has long resented his family for destroying his youth. He is now resigned to a future of loneliness but Jenny (Nazriya Nazim Fahadh) comes back and will have none of that. Joshua is the only one who can see her, and she tries to help him see beyond his fatalism and bitterness. Whenever she is on screen, she lifts his spirits and Koode’s melancholic air.

Parvathy Thiruvothu plays the schoolteacher Sophie, who was kind to Joshua when they were classmates and on whom he had a teenaged crush. In a bow to Happy Journey, the coach they love is played by Atul Kulkarni who was the lead in the Marathi original.

“Koode” means “with” or “in the company of”. It is a word not usually seen on its own. By picking it as the name of her film, Menon therefore seems to be reminding us that solitude is one of life’s many acceptable possibilities and that relationships are worth having not to fulfill social obligations but when they enrich us. The title is perhaps rooted in Gandhi’s favourite hymn Abide With Me, a Christian funeral anthem of sorts, a Malayalam version of which, Koode parkaan, can be heard playing after Jenny’s passing.

So much is said without being said, about fleeting acts of consideration that can alter lives, about how a patriarchy that overtly stifles women also covertly smothers many men, about the consequent silence around male child sexual abuse and the social opprobrium a divorcee in a small town faces, about how financial independence gives women the courage to opt out of suffocating relationships, and about the very human fear that we are or will be forgotten when we are not physically around our loved ones.

Menon does it all in a film that is almost dreamy in its tone, with bursts of energy and sunshine provided by Jenny and sections of the soundtrack. Raghu Dixit’s background score and the songs – by Dixit and by M. Jayachandran – move smoothly from languid to lively, depending on the mood of the narrative. Having listened to the music in a loop since watching Koode, I am not yet sure of its standalone appeal for me independent of the film, but within the landscape of Joshua, Jenny and Sophie’s story, it is a great fit.

The atmospherics of Koode would have been impossible without its spectacular camerawork. Kerala and Tamil Nadu, where it was reportedly shot, are nature’s gift to every gifted cinematographer, but DoP Littil Swayamp serves us beauty even in grubby pictures. From that breath-stopping opening shot of a group of men at an oil refinery to dreary desert sands to a wealth of greenery to the actors’ speaking faces, everything is an opportunity in his hands. He makes particularly good use of repeated aerial shots that, apart from visual magnificence, provide some perspective on the lead trio’s place in the larger scheme of things, which further serves to underline a point Jenny makes about focusing on the here and now since the past is gone and we know not what comes next.


Parvathy has the most challenging role in Koode since she has the least dialogues and the least screen time of the three leads. I felt vaguely dissatisfied with the limited space given to this interesting individual, but the actor makes it work, imbuing Sophie with both a sense of intense dejection and a fire that marks her out as a contrast to Joshua: he is mostly battling inner demons, hers are external.

The writing and Nazriya’s acting often cutesify Jenny, but it is possible to explain this away as the fallout of her being a sickly, much younger, possibly pampered child around whom her whole family’s existence revolved as long as she was around. Though this sort of hyper-bubbly girl is too familiar a sight in commercial Indian cinema, Nazriya’s charm is hard to resist. Besides, Jenny provides a necessary foil to the despondent Joshua.

The fulcrum of Koode of course is the scripting of Joshua and Prithviraj’s brilliance. He turns his eyes into bottomless pools of sorrow while playing this broken man, every line and angle of his physique embodies the pain Joshua carries inside him, and yet whenever he is with Jenny, the actor manages to lighten up and transition into an attractive young man who has not, after all, forgotten how to laugh. It is a pleasure to see this fine artiste so absorbed in a character, especially because Mollywood often taps his stardom in films undeserving of his immense talent.

Of the top-notch supporting cast, Ranjith Balakrishnan stands out for his sympathetic performance as Joshua’s auto mechanic father. I did not quite get the cameo by Sajitha Madathil as a teacher whose initial harshness towards the unwell Jenny is not consistent with her later actions. On the other hand, Devan is cast well in one of the film’s nicest satellite parts, as Jenny’s father who is, to overturn a cliché, the man behind this gutsy woman.

Anjali Menon is best known among serious cinephiles outside Kerala for her direction of the blockbuster Bangalore Days (2014). Critically acclaimed though it was, I confess I am not thoroughly sold on it. Sure I enjoyed it for the most part, but I found Dulquer Salmaan’s briefly stalkerish behaviour and the othering of Nivin Pauly’s girlfriend problematic, as was the faux youthful hipness of some elements in the film. I fell in love with her work actually with Ustad Hotel (2012), which she wrote but did not direct. The trivialisation and othering of DQ’s European girlfriend was troubling there too, but it was a barely-there reference barring which the film was a gem.

Koode’s vastly different storytelling style proves Menon’s versatility. It also tells us that she is a mistress of the unsaid. There are no banner headlines in this film so watch it carefully or you may just miss that hand sliding down a body where it ought not to be, a man in a conservative world reacting without judgment to a younger woman’s sexual curiosity and adventurousness, a girl in a position in which we tend to expect boys in music troupes, or the flash of a realisation that a woman at a steering wheel in a vehicle in which a man is also a passenger is a rare sight in an Indian production.

I might have preferred it if the concluding scenes involving Joshua and Sophie’s stories had completely abjured social conventions or been left to the imagination, but that is a marginal quibble in a film that is, in its entirety, a near spiritual experience. Anjali Menon’s Koode is a sharply observant, occasionally humorous, emotionally stirring piece of cinema.

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

CBFC Rating (India):
U 
Running time:
2 hours 35 minutes 

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