While watching Mersal, I had wondered how well the subject could have been treated, had the director focused on the subject and not the star. Velaikkaran is that film, one that uses its star to sell the cause, not the cause to sell the star.
Today morning, I woke up to this sharp, stinging and sarcastic open letter by the writer-duo – Bobby-Sanjay – of the Malayalam industry. The letter is addressed to the talented actress – Parvathy – the latest target of trolls and cyber-bullies for views regarding a film of a Malayalam superstar? Sounds familiar? I was reminded of a similar instance I had written about earlier – when a journalist was trolled for talking negatively about a Tamil superstar’s movie. Before I delve deeper into the above-mentioned open letter, let me break down the entire issue for you.
The opening of Theeran Adhigaram Ondru is startlingly violent. A gang of dacoits burst into a house, kill the inhabitants brutally (a woman’s face is dunked into an aquarium, and then she’s shot through the head), and loot them. They leave behind no clues making it impossible to tace them. Just the idea made me shudder. To think that this had actually taken place….the thought itself is scary.
Indian literature has always fascinated me. However, due to my lack of skills in reading and writing any language fluently apart from English, I am losing out on large chunks of great Indian literary works. So all this while, I had to be content with reading Indian novels written in English. Which is why when I saw the English translated version of the great Malayalam classic – Chemmeen at the airport– I eagerly picked it up. Though of course, there’s a limit to how much of the original can be retained in the translated version, I thought I’d give it a try.
It is around 18 DEGREES here! Or ‘just around 18 degrees’, depending on which part of the world you come from. I think this beautiful Bangalore weather has spoiled me. Though I have been exposed to far colder temperatures earlier, for some reason now I find myself huddled up in a sweater and socks, teeth clattering. That is when I watch these winter songs. When I see the way these poor souls are dressed up in this weather, I feel grateful for the warmth of my sweater. But at the same time, I feel dejected because it’s not even cold enough so that I can enjoy snow here. Enough of my blabbering, here goes.