We have come so much to expect from Myskin, that it is very
difficult to dissociate expectations before watching his movies.
As the first twenty minutes unfold, you get a feeling you
are going to see the best work of Myskin so far. You are spell bound about
everything, including the lone song and specifically the violins in the
background have you in vice like grip elevating you into a trance and you do get
to levitate for a brief period.
And then Myskin unfolds the recipe of how to make a horror
less film infusing predictability with extraordinary zeal. You can be rest
assured that Pisasu has all the ingredients to be in Guiness Book of records
for successfully eliminating even an iota of surprise leave alone a trace of tension
and fear.
Every director, who make horror films want to play around with
the viewer spring a surprise in the most unpredictable situation and then have
the whole theater come on to their feet. Successful horror films have audiences
make strange noises trying to scare the wits out of fellow audiences or neutralize
their own fear.
Myskin carves out the first “Whatchamacalitit”(What(ever)
you may (want to) call it) genre, toggling between supernatural, lament,
comedy, revenge, love, sentiment, kids and martial arts. Well it would be a
crime if Tony(Leung) is not imported all the way from Hong Kong( Looks like
Bala has deep pockets) to showcase a rehash of his stunt choreography which
seem to fall into the category of “Shabbah”( A Tamil slang of extremely clichéd
and tiresome).
Myskin also has you guessing who the Pisasu is since the protagonist
face is almost invisible(A one eyed hero?? The face is perpetually in a
downward tilt with the other eye covered, “Pirate of Kodambakkam?”) or is he
the antagonist?
I would still give it to Myskin and Bala(the producer) for
an experiment that may have gone awry rather than rehashing the same formula
for three or four decades for the fear of loosing money(Shiva Sambo!!!)
Given their eccentricity, audacity and intellectual
arrogance, I am sure Myskin(and Bala) will try new things, but Sir, can we have
the blind people, the protagonist and/or his cohorts springing like sprinters as soon as they decide
to walk, flower vendor or the basket of flowers, the mandatory martial arts
fight all take a vacation at least for a few films.
Despite your comical interludes, I am not giving up on you
and I hope to catch up watching your next film on the first day night show.
P.S: Radha Ravi was
brilliant, reminding Nagesh in Nammavar.
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