Thursday, March 5, 2020

REVIEW 775: VEYILMARANGAL

Release date:
February 28, 2020
Director:
Dr Biju
Cast:
Saritha Kukku, Indrans, Govardhan, Krishnan Balakrishnan 
Language:
Malayalam


It is astonishing how a film with so much movement can achieve the appearance of such stillness and quiet. Dr Biju’s Veyilmarangal (Trees Under The Sun) is a story of Dalits, displacement and degradation of both the social and ecological kind. Its leads are a woman, man and child whose island house in Kerala is inundated, leaving them homeless. 

The nameless family – Mother (played by Saritha Kukku), Father (Indrans) and Son (Govardhan) – are poor Dalits who eke out a living from hard manual labour and the running of a peanut cart. The land where they live has been abandoned by most of its inhabitants as water levels have risen over time and threaten to submerge it. As Nature wreaks her wrath on them at one end of the spectrum, at the other, they must deal with constant reminders of their deemed insignificance by fellow humans.  

There is no screaming, shouting or voluble, overly busy background score accompanying the narrative. That is not how Dr Biju tells his stories. But in the climactic scene, when the lead trio explode with anger, as in an earlier scene when the Father can barely let the words out of his mouth after he is subjected to a humiliating, unjust incarceration, we are left in no doubt that even in their silences there is resentment and a boiling, bottled-up fury. They fight then only in self-defence but the energy for that momentary outburst comes not just from the episode at hand but from years of pent-up indignation that has not and should not be forgotten. This scene perfectly paraphrases the title of Indian poet Aamir Aziz’s Hindi verse Sab Yaad Rakha Jayega (Everything Will Be Remembered) that recently gained global attention when Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters read it out at a public function in London: “You write injustice on the earth, we will write revolution in the sky.” Because “everything will be remembered”.

Veyilmarangal is unlike Dr Biju’s Valiya Chirakulla Pakshikal (Birds With Large Wings), a well-intentioned, informative but tedious, somewhat indulgent chronicling of Endosulfan poisoning in Kasargod. Like the director’s 2017 film, Kaadu Pookkunna Neram starring Rima Kallingal, Indrajith Sukumaran and Indrans, this one too extends its economy with dialogues to its use of time. It is a minimalist work, and despite its conciseness, it is packed with activity and commentary. 

There is no overt sermon about caste and gender politics yet both are ever-present entities whether in Communist Kerala where there is an appearance of social equity or Himachal Pradesh where a landlord openly calls his employee a "ch****r" and a lower-caste man is physically attacked for touching an upper-caste man. In my favourite scene in the film, a group of Dalits in a meeting with a government official all stand to attention when the national anthem is heard being sung by some young voices nearby. Right before and when they seat themselves right after, the poor gathering is informed by the sarkar’s rep that there is little he can do about the fact that the government’s rehabilitation work for them will be hampered by their lack of Aadhaar cards. Can there be a more telling statement on symbols of nationhood getting greater respect and consideration than humans who make up the nation?

Some of Mollywood’s finest talents have participated in this project. The subtle background music is by commercial cinema’s darling, Bijibal, and the absolutely stunning cinematography is by M.J. Radhakrishnan. As in all Dr Biju’s works, the environment is a character unto itself in this film. Kerala is no doubt gorgeous, as is Himachal, but Radhakrishnan’s camerawork goes beyond merely capturing the natural beauty of both states – it is designed to have a calming effect on the viewer. 

And then of course there is the cast, each one a naturalistic actor. Kukku, Indrans and Govardhan are so good that they actually come across as a real family living in harmony with each other and with nature. The charismatic Krishnan Balakrishnan, who plays their Malayali friend in Himachal, is memorable in a smaller role. 

Veyilmarangal does not feature any of the elements that conventional wisdom tells us give a film commercial appeal, but forget conventional wisdom if you are in the mood for a sublime cinematic experience. It is a sedate, realistic slice of life, or rather slice-of-two-years-in-the-life-of-the-sweetest-family-you-can-imagine, and completely worth a visit to theatres.  

Rating (out of 5 stars): 3.5

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

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REVIEW 774: FORENSIC

Release date:
February 28, 2020
Director:
Akhil Paul, Anas Khan
Cast:


Language:
Tovino Thomas, Mamtha Mohandas, Reba Monica John, Saiju Kurup, Renji Panicker, Prathap Pothen, Rony David 
Malayalam


Rithika Xavier (Mamtha Mohandas) is heading a police team investigating a child’s murder in Thiruvananthapuram when she realises she has a serial killer on her hands. Samuel John Kattukkaran (Tovino Thomas), the forensic scientist assigned to her, is a genius with a reputation for overreach. He has an old personal connection with Rithika.

From the moment Sam enters the picture, from the treatment and presentation of the character in his very first minutes on screen, we know it is he who will crack the case. Scenes are set up with the obvious intent of giving him an opportunity to prove his smartness. At first he patronises his junior colleague and throughout outshines the senior to whom he reports – both of them women, marking the token female presence so common in Malayalam cop sagas while men go about actually solving the crime/s at hand. 

Perhaps the only thing left was for Sam to wear a headband saying: “designated hero of the film.” Subtlety, you see, is not the forte of this crime thriller directed by Akhil Paul and Anas Khan. If you are willing to forgive Forensic its many venial sins on this front – since they are silly but never offensive in the way a certain kind of loud, misogynistic, male-star-driven Mollywood cinema is – you might enjoy this harmless crime drama up to a point, as I did. 

Until the last half hour or so when the killer is unveiled and motivations revealed, Forensic’s deductions are impressive enough and related in an easy enough fashion to make the film an entertaining ride. Sure, the background score should have been played down. Sure, several scenes are awkwardly constructed to pointlessly over-emphasise a point, but well, no one is saying Forensic is high art. Sure, an arrest made by Rithika in an old case recounted in the present was senseless, but that can be put down to standard police inefficiency, even if it seems inconsistent with the portrayal of Rithika. Sure, little thought has gone into two scenes of arrests when the police bring their suspects out in public with faces uncovered knowing that crowds are present outside. Sure, it is hard to believe that so many little girls were lured away by a charmless criminal. Sure all the above are true, but until that last half hour, Sam’s work sustains the film. 

I am not certain any Indian state police department has the facilities that Sam and his associate Shikha (Reba Monica John) have at their disposal – maybe they do, maybe they don’t, I am just wondering based on news reports and conversations with actual personnel that reveal how cripplingly ill-equipped police forces are in India. However, drawing on those very discussions, it does seem possible that a single Indian investigator might indeed have to be a Jack of all specialities within forensics, as Sam is shown to be in this film, due to a lack of available trained humanpower (far removed from the ultra-super-superspecialties I have been discovering through the addictive American real-life-crime series Forensic Files I have lately been binge-watching on Netflix). Either way, Sam is smart enough and his logic roughly convincing enough to a layperson for his investigation process to be engaging. 

Then the perpetrator is revealed, the identity is indeed unexpected, but Forensic sinks itself in the person’s convoluted, complicated, uninspiring back story. What made the recent release Anjaam Pathiraa so unforgettable was the heartbreaking crime that motivated its serial killer’s spree, the plausibility of the murder plan, the performances of the charismatic actors in that tragic back story and those bringing it to its present-day conclusion, plus the film’s insight into Kerala politics and society. In contrast, the reasons for the commission of the horrible crimes in Forensic are drowning in contrivances. Layer upon layer seems to have been added with the sole purpose of throwing in more surprises, except that they are not particularly meaningful or interesting. And since the audience has not been given an opportunity to be emotionally invested in the killer – either to be sympathetic or repulsed – it all adds up to a damp squib. 

The finale of this film is suicidal, trying too hard to be clever and ending up being too clever by half. 

This was really unnecessary, because Forensic is passable entertainment till then and some of the earlier unfolding twists are not half bad. It also has Thomas and Mohandas’ likeable personalities going for it and the actors’ comfort with their characters’ professions, Renji Panicker in a nice turn as a retired police official, an occasional sense of humour in the screenplay, the fact that it does not take the male protagonist down a conventional path of romance in the way most commercial Malayalam films do, and the other fact that he is not obnoxiously macho as so many leading men are in formulaic Mollywood police sagas.  

But what is a crime thriller if its central criminal is dull? The answer to that question is a summation of what Forensic has to offer.

Rating (out of 5 stars): 2.25

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

This review has also been published on Firstpost:


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