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Wednesday, November 27, 2019

REVIEW 751: HELEN

Release date:
Kerala: November 15, 2019
Delhi: November 22, 2019
Director:
Mathukutty Xavier 
Cast:



Language:
Anna Ben, Lal, Aju Varghese, Noble Babu Thomas, Rony David, Binu Pappu, Bonny Mary Mathew, Cameo: Vineeth Sreenivasan
Malayalam


On the face of it, Helen is a survival flick. The protagonist gets stuck in a dangerous space where no one knows she is trapped. Watching her desperate effort to stay alive is a chilling experience made all the more so by the text in the end revealing that her story is inspired by true events. But the film is so much more than just that. 

Helen Paul’s life choices and every aspect of her identity play a role in what  happens to her here. The fact that she is a woman, an independent woman, a woman whose work and social engagements often keep her out of the house late at night, a woman with a boyfriend, a Christian woman with a Muslim boyfriend – all these factors combined result in the tension that ultimately leads to her disappearance and the response to it. 

Helen is a nurse keen to migrate to Canada to improve her financial prospects. Her widowered father Paul dotes on her. Helen juggles English language classes with a job, home management, commitments in the neighbourhood and her love life. She is affable and popular, so when she vanishes, there are many people anxious on her behalf. 

This in itself distinguishes Helen from most successful survival dramas revolving around solitary figures – usually, their central characters have been individuals whose absence is not felt because they are either loners or away from their families or they had unwisely taken off without informing loved ones. The most high-profile of these in recent times, British director Danny Boyle’s Best Picture Oscar-nominated 127 Hours, was about a man who goes hiking in a treacherous canyon without intimating anyone about his plans. The spotlight in that film was inevitably on the mental strength and instincts that helped the hero get back home. Helen is as attentive to the heroine’s decisions within her prison as it is to the chauvinism that led to her plight and even affects the search for her.

Helen is written by Alfred Kurian Joseph, Noble Babu Thomas (who also plays Helen’s boyfriend Azhar) and Mathukutty Xavier. It is Xavier’s first shot at direction, a novel choice for a debut and an unusually perceptive film for its genre. (The next four paragraphs analyse an episode in the film in detail. They contain no spoilers, but please proceed at your own discretion.) Without giving anything away about the the leading lady’s exact situation, let us scrutinise a single episode that illustrates the entire narrative’s subtle but meticulous dissection of Malayali society in particular and Indian society at large. Azhar is out drinking with his male buddies one night when Helen phones to fix up an impromptu date. He is not a very responsible chap, so it is not surprising at all that he drives a two-wheeler without a helmet. This violation of traffic rules is what causes a police squad to stop them, but what makes the greasy cop Ratheesh Kumar stay fixated on them is his objection to two people of the opposite sex out together, and worse, the realisation that they belong to different religious groups. This is why he phones Paul to inform him of his daughter’s whereabouts. 

Note how Ratheesh treats the woman as a protectorate of her family. A genuinely liberal parent would be appalled at the infantilisation of his adult daughter in this manner, but Paul is furious with her instead. Helen’s reaction is just as telling: instead of questioning her father’s right to be angry, she is apologetic. But for what?

Of course none of this would have happened if Azhar had not been a jerk who rode a scooter without wearing a helmet and after consuming alcohol beyond the legally permissible limit, but the point is that Ratheesh makes those contraventions of the law his excuse to bat for gender segregation and parental supremacy, lash out at social non-conformism and intrude on people’s personal lives. 

It is unclear whether Paul is just opposed to inter-community liaisons or balks at the mere idea of his daughter picking her own partner irrespective of community. Either way, it is important that Helen chooses to feature a Christian-Muslim couple rather than a Hindu-Muslim pair, serving as a reminder that while no doubt the communal biases of the majority community ought to be condemned, minority communities too need to be called out for their biases against each other. 

All this emerges from an incident that takes only a few minutes in the film, so you can imagine how insightful Helen is in its entirety. 

Anna Ben, the charming curly-haired debutant from Kumbalangi Nights, proves here that she has the acting muscle to carry a film on her slim shoulders. Her confident turn as Helen is especially impressive since she spends half her screen time all alone and the rest mostly with a seasoned performer like Lal who plays Paul. The latter, in fact, is the only cast member who raises Helen’s pitch a notch a couple of times. For the most part though, he makes Paul believable and loveable despite his flaws. 

Among a capable team of supporting actors, the most significant performance comes from Aju Varghese playing the slimy policeman Ratheesh. The actor should give himself more such breaks in a career dominated by comic roles that are often indistinguishable from each other. His rendition of pride and prejudice in this film froze me to the bone.  

The writing of Helen dips only occasionally, but these  instances do adversely affect the narrative. (Some people may consider this paragraph a spoiler) That accident in the middle of the search for Helen, for one, needlessly piles melodrama on top of already nerve-wracking melodrama. Producer Vineeth Sreenivasan’s cameo feels superfluous and gimmicky. (Spoiler alert ends) The background score needed some turning down. And hey, we understood early in the film that Helen and her Dad are a snug twosome, so there was no need to lay it on thick with a mushy flashback to her childhood and their life-long friendship, underlined with loud music. That stretch and the over-dramatised moments assigned to Paul as the film draws to a close are completely unnecessary. 

These departures in tone aside, Helen is clever in the way it never allows its socio-political inclinations to override its fundamental goal of being a survival thriller. This is a consequence of some shrewd editing by Shameer Muhammad post-interval and Anend C. Chandran’s matter-of-fact camerawork combined with a largely focused screenplay.

Helen’s real triumph though is that even when it separates the heroine from everyone else in the second half, it does not suddenly conjure up a male saviour for her in keeping with commercial cinema’s tendencies nor does it ever stray from being a film about her. I cannot vouch for whether Mathukutty Xavier and Team got their scientific and medical facts right, but I can tell you I almost chewed off my nails worrying about that young woman’s fate. In a year in which the Malayalam film industry has outdone itself, Helen is right up there with the best of 2019.
 
Rating (out of 5 stars): 3.5

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

This review has also been published on Firstpost:



Tuesday, July 2, 2019

REVIEW 710: AND THE OSKAR GOES TO


Release date:
Kerala: June 21, 2019
Delhi: June 28, 2019
Director:
Salim Ahamed
Cast:



Language:
Tovino Thomas, Anu Sithara, Salim Kumar, Sreenivasan, Lal, Siddique, Nikki Hulowski, Vijayaraghavan, Mala Parvathy, Appani Sarath, Resul Pookutty, Zarina Wahab
Malayalam with some (subtitled) English


“It takes a village to raise a child,” goes the old saying. In Salim Ahamed’s And The Oskar Goes To we get to see how sometimes it takes a village to make one man’s dream come true. The National Award winning writer-director’s new film seems to roughly at least mirror his own journey as a young filmmaker whose debut venture, Adaminte Makan Abu, won the National Award for Best Feature and was India’s entry for the Best Foreign Language Film Oscar in 2011. In this fictional account, Tovino Thomas plays Issak Ebrahem who quits work as a TV writer and dives into the world of cinema, which is where he has always wanted to be.

With no connections in the industry, Issak struggles to scrape together every last paisa needed for his first production, putting all his savings on the line while also relying on loans, the kindness of relatives, friends and even strangers. Money is in short supply but many of the artists and technicians who come on board to work on his Minnaminungukalude Aakasham (Sky of the Fireflies) are drawn to his sincerity and driven by his quality script.

This part of And The Oskar Goes To strikes an emotional chord because of the detailing – and even occasional unexpected humour – in its bird’s eye take on a talented man’s back-breaking odyssey, which has the potential to crush the spirit of lesser mortals. The action in the first half moves along in such a credible fashion that it almost feels like a reality show about the making of Sky of the Fireflies. Besides, the cinematography by Madhu Ambat brings out the gorgeousness of Kerala’s mountainous countryside and one breathtaking night-time aerial shot of a bus moving up a winding forest road is tattooed into my memory forever.

The tribulations of film people have often been fodder for film scripts, and Issak’s story is without question worthy material. His conviction and monumental determination are palpable across the barrier of the screen. And Thomas is just stunning as the protagonist. There is no other word for it.

It would not be a spoiler to reveal that Sky of the Fireflies is a smashing success with critics and awards juries, and ends up being India’s entry for the Academy Awards that year. This is where And The Oskar Goes To loses its footing. The storyline gets scant, songs are needlessly bunged into the narrative, shots linger longer than required without saying anything, and the storytelling becomes exasperatingly literal. If the hero has a meeting with the real-life Resul Pookkutty, do you absolutely have to show him waiting for the meeting, then sweep your camera over to Pookkutty descending a long flight of stairs, cut to the acclaimed sound professional’s Oscar acceptance speech, and only then settle on their meeting? This happens often enough after Sky of the Fireflies is released for And The Oskar Goes To to feel stretched, making its barely 2 hours of running time feel like too much.

No doubt the humiliation Issak faces in Los Angeles reflects reality. Remember just last year, National Award winning director Rima Das let it be known that she did not have the funds to promote her Village Rockstars in LA when it was sent as India’s entry to the Oscars. Equally believable is the characterisation of Issak’s aggressive American PR agent Mariya (Nikki Hulowski) and the helpful NRI named Prince (Siddique). On a separate note, it is nice to see Malayalam subs embedded in the print for the abundance of English dialogues in the US segment. None of this is enough though because the tone of the film has changed by now and it has become another film altogether. From the intimate feel of the pre-interval portion and its believable intricacies, And The Oskar Goes To at this point has jumped to broad brushstrokes and wasted stretches.

This portion if compacted could perhaps have been a telling comment on the pain behind those PR-driven photographs in the glam business, the truths we hide away from our Facebook status updates and Instagram pictures, or how sometimes the end of one struggle in life just leads to the beginning of another. If these points get lost here, it is because this part of the film is just too elongated and too generic.

Thomas is surrounded by able supporting actors who fill out their respective roles well. It comes as a relief that Hulowski in particular turns out to be competent, a relief because many Indian film makers shooting on foreign shores tend to cut costs by hiring really terrible supporting actors abroad.  

The writing of Chithra comes as a disappointment though, because at first she looks like someone who will be important in the film but soon fades into the background only to make occasional brief appearances. If nothing else, a fine actor like Anu Sithara deserves better than that.

What is most off-putting though is the treatment meted out by the screenplay to a character called Moidukka (Salim Kumar). His initial response to the discovery that his experiences inspired Sky of the Fireflies is portrayed as an opportunistic attempt to leech off Issak’s maiden success, when in fact the latter should have been shown up for what he was: a selfish, callous artist who did not think it fit to even inform an old man and his family about a script based on their life.

Issak’s very late attempt to spend time with Moidukka, his wife and children is incorporated into And The Oskar Goes To to make a larger philosophical point about the difference between art and real life, but his apologetic demeanour on learning their truth does not acknowledge the extent of his wrongdoing. That he cashed in on someone else’s misfortunes without even a by your leave is inconsistent with the decency and humanity that he is shown to have from the start. That he did not think it fit to persuade the actor Aravindan (Sreenivasan), who plays Moidukka in Sky of the Fireflies, to meet his real-life counterpart as preparation for the role, is inconsistent with the extreme commitment to his craft that he otherwise displays. This uneven treatment of the central character is the worst part of this film, and its problematic casualness towards Issak’s problematic casualness set me wondering whether it unwittingly betrays Salim Ahamed’s own worldview.

Through all this, Tovino Thomas stands sturdy as a rock. That diffidence and look of hunger on his face in one scene, the fatigue right from the beginning in contrast with his fresh, neatly turned out appearance in most of his films, the earnestness and humility that survive the national spotlight, those moments when he is teetering on the precipice of a breakdown are all heart-wrenching to behold.

The actor has been good to excellent in all his performances so far, but I confess that when I saw two films starring him in this week’s theatre schedules for the National Capital Region, I expected to feel somewhat fatigued by an overdose of him. However, his role and performance in And The Oskar Goes To is chalk to Luca’s cheese. As a viewer, I still wish he would rethink his signing spree and get us to miss him just a little bit, but as things stand, if there is an actor one must OD on I guess I would prefer him to most. Even the most pretentious parts of this film fail to overshadow his exquisite performance, and its tedious second half notwithstanding, And The Oskar Goes To is a tale of genuine anguish that deserved to be told. If only it had been told better...

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

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

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