Penguin

A laughable dedication to motherhood

I shall remember Penguin, for the name of its protagonist, Rythm. what a lovely name. With a speckless face, a straightened hair, gorgeous costumes and great body language, Keerthy Suresh, reminded you of the grace and class of Audrey Hepburn.

But Alas, so much for the grace and class, the movie by itself, is crass personified, dives into an abyss, that seemed far more bottomless than the word itself.

The film takes aeons, to unfold, giving you the impression of watching the film for five hours. 

The writing is pathetic full of holes and inconsistencies

I assume that the producers have configured that they want to produce a film based on a genre and worked backwards in making the film.

There has been so much of concepts that have been borrowed and darkness itself has been force fitted into the narrative that seems not too reflective of Karthik Subbaraj'  style, who normally has a lot of fun making a movie.

Karhtik Subbaraj should be ashamed of producing this movie and so must the censors for allowing the release of the film. 

Discussion of explicit details of despicable crimes and the disgusting pleasures of perpetrating such a crime, can be avoided.

There is always the discussion that, Does art narrates stories from life or does Llfe replicates stories from Art?

However, most certainly the same story could have been narrated with a lot of fun and action, devoid of darkness, that is not necessarily needed, especially in these times.

This Penguin is a repellent.

PS:

In real life, would it be so easy to steal a Penguin's egg, without somebody else knowing it??