Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Despite a title that gives you different ideas Andavan Kattalai is a simple film that would have worked well with any name and maybe it was the Director cocking a snook at conventional naming tradition.
There was a worrying disclaimer at the start and the titles itself reminded you of an old 70's/80's movie, after the initial doubts you settle down.
I was pleasantly surprised by the rapturous welcome for the hero Vijay Sethupathi who is now a confirmed, bankable star. The surprise increased when the audience hooted in delight for the name of Ritika Singh, apparently her debut movie has left a mark.
When you watch this movie you need to be alert unlike other masala movie where you can join anytime & still miss little. Here the wonderful writing has some delectable jokes thrown around & subtle references which can be easily missed. It is not the loud slapstick comedy that Tamil cinema is used to but light cerebral comedy where the dialogues shine.
There are so many characters who shine, but for me the junior lawyer Vinodhini & the main policeman stood out. Ritika Singh does a neat job and you can overlook the lip sync misses because she has put in the effort to gel and she shines when she does not speak. The conflict of emotions in the romantic scene & the flick of a tear were beautifully conceived & executed.
Vijay Sethupathi is a star & while the movie is hardly a challenge, that few seconds when he plays a king make you appreciate the actor in him. I suspect that line was written just for him to stretch himself a bit. You may leave the theatre with memories of the performances by the support cast starting from Yogi Babu. His final line in the movie cracked me up as it was least expected at that moment and that is how the movie delivers, making you laugh when you least expect to. The character of Nesan is hard hitting and tugs at the heart.
The movie was made to convey a simple message and it does that without being preachy. The director has made people smile at the despondency of the characters. The climax is expected but does not leave the viewer disappointed. The scene where the hero realises that it costs only 1300 to right a mistake the lesson is deeply planted in the viewers' minds.
The music by K is unobtrusive & unremarkable. The movie had no need for speed breaking songs and the background music was in the background. The subtle references made a mark with the audience & the scene where the hero berates his landlord brought many cheers in the theatre.
Go and watch the movie if you want to have fun. Be warned it will not be a masala movie with 4 songs, 3 fights, a scheming villain etc. There is a villain but you would not realize that he is one.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
The last time I went into a salon for something beyond a haircut was on the day of my wedding. I was literally bullied by my mum to get a facial done along with hair setting. The disaster that happened in the salon ensured that it would never happen again. Sadly lightning does strike at the same spot more than once.
This time I was bullied, cajoled and kind of marched to an unisex salon for my regular haircut and a facial. Now do not get me wrong but I am not a big fan of strange people doing funny things to my face and worse putting unknown concoctions on it. Married men will know that there are certain discussions that will have only one answer and it will be seldom your own. It seemed that I had black heads and they were an extremely bad thing and had to be removed. My query of a simple soap wash resulted in a very dirty look which meant that simple soap would not do for this face.
So after a decent haircut where I overheard some words between my wife and the cashier that sounded like chocolate, fruit and I wondered if they had a pastry shop inside. My wife accepted the charge and paid the bill and said that she would pick me up in some time and left the place. I was taken to an inner room and made to lie down. After a while the stylist came and applied something on my face, he used tissues to wipe it off. He repeated the process again and somewhere in between I smelt watermelon and realized the fruit part of it all. The process repeated at least few times and I was tempted to ask the stylist to replace the paper napkins with a towel, he was quite liberal and my guilt levels went up thinking of a poor tree somewhere that ended up on my face.
Then after some time I felt hot steam the best part of the entire exercise and then I felt the stylist trying to scrape my face off with a blunt instrument. Since my wife told me that this would happen earlier I let the stylist go about his work. I was still wondering if the same could not have been done with soap and tweezers but I let it go.
When I emerged with the new face or rather much scrubbed and apparently black head removed face I was surprised to see my wife with her classmate waiting for me! The classmate took a look at me and gave her approval saying that I looked good. Now, this made me wonder if the blackheads or the lack of them was the reason or were they trying to justify the process for a future outing?
Whatever be the reason it felt good to be pampered for a brief while but it typical fashion all the euphoria came down when I heard the cost of the fruit treatment. My mind exploded with the possibilities of things that could have been accomplished with that money. Finally the clincher delivered by my wife “It may be your face, but it is I who see it. So...” sealed the deal.
P.S. Guys is there a better way for this black head thingy?