Miruthan

An inconsistent ‘zombie’ film with excessive melodrama From the director of Naaigal Jaakirathai comes Miruthan , or well, Peigal Jaakirathai . They are not really peigal , or for that matter zombies, as was mentioned during the promotions, but simply “patients”, as doctor Renu (Lakshmi Menon) puts it. You see, these are not undead people,…

The hateful five

Films are intimate in a way that few experiences in life are. Is it any surprise then that the fiercest arguments and the most laborious of discussions are often about them? Criticism of one’s favourite films is often looked at as an attack on oneself; how often have we seen people defending films passionately, as…

Vil Ambu

Good concept, average execution Vil Ambu reminded me a lot of my high school maths teacher. It isn’t respective of your intelligence, and seems to prefer spoon-feeding you with obvious information instead. Take the opening fight sequence of Karthik (Sri), for instance. He’s selling Yennai Arindhaal tickets in black (there’s your mandatory Ajith Kumar reference)….

Jil Jung Juk

Quirky, but little else It appears that chaos theory is quite in vogue, this season. A couple of weeks ago, the Telugu film, Nannaku Prematho, had its protagonist referring to it by its more popular term, butterfly effect. And then, there’s this week’s Vil Ambu, which begins by saying that our lives are often decided by…

Bangalore Naatkal

A likeable remake despite minor casting issues Here it is, the remake of Bangalore Days , for the benefit of audiences in interior Tamil Nadu, who presumably don’t really care for subtitles all that much. It’s the return of the tale of three cousins—Ammu (Sri Divya), Aju (Arya), and Kutty (Bobby Simha, with an obvious…

Life in concert

Real concerts are few and far between, these days. Many of them have turned into mime performances, the singers feebly mouthing along to the album version that blares aloud, the live musicians somehow, with minimal effort, seemingly recreating the most complex of digital sounds, the melodies turned into parodies. I distinctly remember the outrage I…