The old man is quite a handful and it seems a herculean task to wipe the smirk of his swagger and sarcasm. Beneath the seemingly tough exterior, lies a soft core that is scared of death, aches for relationships and wants to live. Vijay Sethupathi breezes in a wonderfully understated essay.
While one had a feeling of reading a short story,( O.Henry and Somerset Maugham would have quite approved), the movie is a visual poetry.
There are a very few films since Uthiripookal which have used the visual medium so effectively.
As the narrative meanders at a leisurely pace, amidst largely vacant spaces, made seemingly larger with adoring skylines, the movie literally pumps oxygen into you.
For some reason I was also reminded of Dances With Wolves, movies like which need to be viewed on a quite afternoon after a lovely siesta and savoured to your hearts content in quiet.
Thank to Biju Vishvanath for his Direction, Cinematography and Editing, Justin Prabhakaran(Music) in his true elements after his Pannairyarum Padminyum and Vijay Sethupaty for his courage to financially sponsor the visual poetry.
P.S: One question for Tamil producers remains, When are we going to get done with the fair and "ugly" heroines and get home the dark and beautiful ladies of TamilNadu back to the screen. When the audience can accept dark Tamil Heroes, I am sure the audience can accept the dark and beautiful ladies of Tamil Nadu.
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