While movies can and will influence, you have to hope that any adult worth their salt will know better than to rely on fiction for moral advice.
He plays an ambulance driver called Vishnu who has saved 1,362 lives. And Vishnu, as you know, is the protector—saviour if you will—in Hindu mythology. One of his friends is named Vaikuntam. All daughters born in his ambulance generally get named Vishnupriya. The film is layered like that.
Like Mozhi, this film too is about a menagerie of people across religion, caste and occupation, who live together as one happy unit. It’s for that reason that the film is titled Brindavanam, which translates to ‘a garden of happiness’. There’s an almost saccharine air of optimism that pervades the film’s world; think of the director as the anti-Bala.
I also liked that Vasu, in a fit of fury, asks the ghost that which we have wanted to, every time another uninspired haunted house story comes our way: “Peikku edhukku veedu?”
He could already feel that familiar rush of excitement, as he imagined himself anointing the 120-feet cut-out of the actor with milk. Sometimes, at that vantage point, seeing all the hundreds of fans cheering from below, it almost felt like he was a star himself.