It’s that time of the year, where I should be sitting and making lists;
annual movie lists. I would have made if I could have, but then as a life long believer in the non evaluation of things decided not to.
Difficult it is, because some of them (movieses, as Gollum would have said) remain in your head and most of them don’t.
Matinee idol father breaks the news of his death to his wastrel son while playing ‘catch-catch’ in one of the most well written scenes I’ve seen, scene oscillates from life and death much like the ball; when Kamal controls his tears when his son says how misunderstood Kamal has been; ambiguous it is (Is it Kamal being referred here or is it Manoranjan?) but then I cried(kicked to do so as Ghibran’s Father and Son theme plays along)and have done so in subsequent viewings; but wait, I couldnt cry completely, enter a fan mob waiting outside, cheering and sucking the life out of that one perfect personal moment that father and son would have had, putting a smile under a crying face. Maybe there are no perfect moments in life, or all of them are, form whichever way this can be seen from(pinnite po!)
Even before the movie ended, I knew that this was a sticker ( a movie that I would watch multiple times and the scenes/lines would stick with me over the course of remaining life). Unabashedly made without giving any thoughts to formula buckets, part diary entry part love letter to the movies, it’s Birdman meets Monty Python in the most unimaginable way.(also includes a scene of a crocodile eating a crocodile complete with tacky graphics!! giggleworthymax)
I cannot be as sure like the fan who cries out “Award confirm” in the end of this attached scene, but Kamal Haasan’s #UttamaVillain is my movie of the year!
Have a great year ahead.