In a recent interview with us, Karthik had expressed some surprise over how mimicry artistes imitated him. “Do I really talk like that?” he had asked us. In his latest film, Mr. Chandramouli, it almost feels like he’s trying to mimic those very artistes. It’s every cliché associated with his performances. The infantilism, the devil-may-care…
“Simply because it’s an adult film, a woman walks around with a shirt captioned ‘orgasm’. Men walk around with underwear that bear the image of a banana. It’s a mark of deep sexual repression in our society that the theatre resounded with laughter at these silly references.”
“Indrajith may be in a film inspired by the best of Hollywood, but his courting style is all from the cesspool of Tamil cinema.”
Are you ballsy enough to share my misery?
It’s all fairly inventive, like the depiction of social media and its world of memes as having the power to dethrone a minister, and the usage of curious devices like the miniature surveillance camera that is mounted on an ‘e’ (housefly), perhaps on account of all the e-stuff going on.
But make no mistake, there’s a lot to like in Rangoon, and this is easily Gautham Karthik’s best film yet. This is a world in which people don’t have the time to–and can’t afford to–think of first-world issues like morality and ethics.