Category: Reviews

This Darbuka Siva film is proof that there is a limit to nostalgic value too.

Given the nature of emotions it explores, Putham Pudhu Kaalai Vidhyaadhaa is easy to relate to. But, it offers no more satisfaction than a Twitter conversation with a stranger.

A premise so flimsy, writing so unimaginative, filmmaking so tiresome, Naai Sekar is dog poop on the screen.

The film can’t decide if it wants to be an investigative thriller or an emotional drama — it makes a combination of the two that fails on both counts.

In an industry that gave us Kaala, Karnan, Asuran and the like, Vasanthabalan’s film feels trite. Like an idea gone to screen too soon.

Without a persistent voice to balance the testosterone overdose, Bachelor is vacuous at best, and downright boring at its worst

Maanaadu is entertaining not because the two leads are smart, but because they are ridiculously ordinary.

The film is unwatchable, so hopefully, the impact it would have on public consciousness will be minimal.

This attempt to be unlike your regular quick-wit and ‘counters’ Santhanam film, suffers precisely because of it.

Enemy is like Vishal’s dance — full-bodied, hard-working, energetic, confident, but entirely devoid of knack. That doesn’t make it unwatchable though.

Jai Bhim is a solid film held together by craftly writing, thoughtful filmmaking, restrained performances and a true incident of the justice system restoring hope.

Given that this is a duplex film — two films for the price of one — I demand twice my money back

Focusing more on a physical journey rather than self-discovery, the film is more in line with the travel genre than a coming-of-age film.

Grandstanding dialogues, relationships without connections and a convoluted climax sequence make this film barely passable.

The film’s biggest success is how writer-director Nelson brings together a motley group of quirky fools, led by a somewhat intelligent but also clueless doctor, to navigate a dangerous and high-stakes mission.

The film is a self-obsessed lament of the oppressor convincing himself that his violence is benevolent.