Pavada: Yet Another Fine Example of Mediocrity

I would like to put my review about this film in my mother tongue this way:

ഏറ്റവും സഭ്യമായ ഭാഷയില്‍, പ്രേക്ഷകനെ വിളിച്ചു വരുത്തി പാവാട പോക്കി കാണിക്കുന്നതിന് തുല്യമായ അവഹേളനമാണ് മാര്‍ത്താണ്ടന്‍ സംവിധാനം ചെയ്ത പാവാട എന്ന ഈ സിനിമാ ദുരന്തം എന്ന് പറയാം.

It's another cinematic tragedy of which I became a victim, before recovering from 'Monsoon Mangoes'. It's very dismal to see an aspirant actor like Prithviraj wasting his energy and time for these kind of worthless films. Bearing the label of an entertainer, the film tested my patience to the level that it became hell of a task to remain in my seat until the interval. Due to it's extremely loose script (Or to put it more bluntly, absence of script),immensely cliched, thoughtless and nauseating "comedy" scenes & situations that ridicule the common sense of the spectator, I was forced to leave the cinemas after the interval.

Another "New generation" cinematic disaster: Monsoon mangoes.

This film is the epitome of a film ridiculing itself. "ഈ സിനിമ തന്നെ പോലെ തന്നെയാ. രണ്ടിനും ഒരു കഥയും ഇല്ല.", says the distributor to the protagonist in the film, when the protagonist D.P Pallickal (Fahadh Faasil) makes the distributor watch his movie and this, my friends, is 100% true about this film itself. This is just one such obvious example among the many you can find as the film progresses. Despite some visually appealing wide angle shots and art direction, there is nothing in the movie. The director has simply wasted the efforts of all those technicians whose hard work is evident in almost every shot. Like every other film that belongs to this so called genre of "New-generation" or by whatever name you call it, this one too fails to develop or properly define characters or a plot or anything of that sort which gives life to a film and pathetically wavers between surrealism/fantasy and realism failing to make any sense to the spectator. When the film makes pseudo-intellectual attempts to mock at pseudo-intellectualism, it resembles the story of the man with no arms mocking the man without one finger.

The film also has tried its level best to stick on to the new-generation convention of raping music and language in the name of songs. The irrelevant use of props and lighting, without any point, just to make it peripherally look like jean-Pierre Jeunet's Amelie or films of its like makes the film, in it's complete sense, "the fastest car with no engine", if I quote the stand up comic Russell Peters. The film may stun, with all these shallow gimmicks, a mediocre or illiterate (in terms of cinema) group of audience who ponder over whether Premam is the best romantic film ever or not. But if you are someone already exposed to real cinema and if you have been fortunate to taste films with soul, this will be another gash on your heart.

-Hari Sankar

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ഈശ്വര പണിക്കർ പത്തിൽ പത്ത് പൊരുത്തം ഉണ്ടെന്ന് പറഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ ഞാൻ കരുതിയില്ല അതിന്‍റെ അര്‍ഥം എന്‍റെ പൊന്നുമോളെ അവളുടെ ഭര്‍ത്താവിന്‍റെ വീട്ടുവളപ്പില്‍നിന്ന് പത്ത് കഷണങ്ങളായി പോലീസുകാര്‍ കണ്ടെടുക്കും എന്നാണെന്ന്.