The tears were not a reflection of mere sadness rather it was the zenith of a feeling, a feeling that would gradually erode the individualist inside us, the teary eyes will look at everyone and everything differently- with a more tender and soft gaze of affection and affinity rather than with the scepticism and cynicism of millennials.
I took my bag, wrapped it around my shoulder and travelled to all the dark corners of my mind without fear or anxiety. Now I had a lamp, a glorious fire ball capable of bringing forth the power of thought to any deep and shallow dark sinister part of my inner world. I derived that fire from ‘Poomaram’.
It is a Malayalam film that I watched recently. It entrenches us in one of the most fundamental, yet most rewarding product of civilisation – Art. Yet when the curtain falls, our mind is filled with an unspeakable joy, an unfillable void, and you understand why there is something called art. We flawlessly reach a vehement understanding about humanity, the emotional catapult that film brings in derives its strength from the same higher pursuits of a human being – the sense of being and life itself.
Poomaram is an intriguing journey of different colleges (prominently two colleges) to champion the University art festival. The film starts with a sculptor explaining to his kid about art- traditions, innovation and understanding. The ripples of the scene just reflects along in the entire film. The director slowly engulfs our mind in the meticulous planning and effort of students to claim the coveted championship. There are rousing speeches, but the exquisite emotional heft the characters lend to these moments magnetically pulls us into the film. There is no fourth wall, the film is the fourth wall. As a painter slowly unwravels his painting with broad strokes and simple lines, as the legato and staccato unwinds around these characters, we seem to forget the primitive nature of the films we are used to. We are driven to a meditative trance, often facilitated by poems, songs and visuals right out of an artist’s canvas. We close our eyes, let the film plant it’s seeds in our mind.
The honesty of the characters in certain scenes, the ease of portrayal would render us speechless. The tears that filled up my mind and eyes never dried up during the entire course of film. The tears were not a reflection of mere sadness rather it was the zenith of a feeling, a feeling that would gradually erode the individualist inside us, the teary eyes will look at everyone and everything differently- with a more tender and soft gaze of affection and affinity rather than with the scepticism and cynicism of millennials.
As the final moments draw close, we open our mind to welcome a more deeper and philosophical understanding of ourself- humanity. We might stop the marathon to prove the survival of fittest. We might even stop waging wars among ourselves, We might join hands, light candles and pray for a better us, a better me,a better you, a better world and then a smile visits the corners of our lips- we understand the meaning of title of movie- Poomaram.
“It’s fairly simple to understand why huge tentpole filmmakers, who usually indulge in extraordinarily massive blockbusters, are more famous and widely known than directors whose careers are defined by festival circuits, for instance. It’s impossible to be up-to-date as to everyone who has made, is making or will soon make a film. There’s just not enough time, and information is not always that easy to obtain.”
It was with utmost desperation and fear that I decided to see X-Men: Apocalypse.Exceeding the expectations,the film was an entertaining tale as well as a grandeur reinterpretation and introduction of major characters.I even got to see the cameo of Stan Lee with his wife.A fter the conclusion of film,I was confused by the reviews that drove me to be in prejudice.Look thhe below statistics:
By Rotten tomatoes standards,Apocalypse is supposed to be as twisted and sub-par as Ben Affleck’s Daredevil film.Even BvS:Dawn of Justice is supposed to be a complete disaster even worse than Ben Affleck’s Daredevil film.The truth is that Apocalypse and BvS is way better than the Daredevil flick.Why is this incredible lack of clarity in our reviews aggregators?
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Yesterday out of sheer boredom,I invested myself to watch a malayalm film called ‘Monsoon Mangoes‘ directed by Abi Varghese(Akkarakazhchakal
fame).To my astonishment,the film was actually a good cinematic venture pointing out themes of existense,passion,meaning of life and fame.It is a wonderfully crafted movie with colorful frames and committed acting.
Story at a glance
The film focuses on the life of a struggling director DP Pallikkal(Fahad Fazil) and a forgotten film star Premkumar(Vijay Raaz) who is ironically called the evergreen star of Bollywood.Together with close friend and Premkumar,DP decides to direct his debut film namely ‘Moonsoon Mangoes’.
1.Vijay Raaz’s portayal of the alcoholic and forgotten superstar Premkumar
2. Colorful cinematography,art direction and costume selection showing off the glimpses of the now-flourishing American dream.
3. Nandhu’s acting
4. Ed Wood type central character.
5. Fahad’s screen presence and acting except in certain comedy scenes in which his actions goes overboard or inappropriate.
Could have been better sides
1. Central focus of story should have been Premkumar
2. Side plots were not engaging
3. Inconsistent pacing and loose screenplay
4. Characters other than Premkumar donot show any depth or life in them(except Nandhu).
On the whole,it was an average fare with some entertaining scenes and show stealing acting from Vijay Raaz.I did check my watch sometimes and till the very end,i felt the movie was just one among the average entertainment spawned with Fahad Fazil.But it is after the very climatic dialogue from DP Pallikkal,I began to ponder about the central theme of the film.There are people like us who knows that our life is more than our baked routines and money.There is an extra mile which we all wish to walk but neither have the talent nor the luck to pull off that extra mile.Eventually the film is a dedicated to those people and their life -An eventual parable of third kind.