Made in USA

I am actually one week late on this. But when that irresistible urge to post a blog becomes too overwhelming, and you cant come up with a topic, you talk about the movie you went half-heartedly for, a week back.

We were out for dinner on Sunday night, and the cool night breeze carried us off to the theatre. In our lunkis and pajamas and all, in all splendour. Suddenly reminded me of college.

Before you read any further, I'm going to break the suspense. A good director's effort gone waste by a weak storyline and mediocre performances. Now,

The movie opens with a queer kind of song or poem or whatever-you-want-to-call-it. Obviously, the director has tried to convey the poetic overtures of a hardcore Mallu(Maddy) living in the US of A. Las Vegas, to be precise. But the effort, unfortunately ended up somewhat like dipping a McMaharaja double cheese in Thenga chammanthi! Sigh! I was impressed by the songs, more so by the idea of using shots from an old film to depict the childhood of Kavery.

I had wondered about this often, the scary extremes of which was answered by "The Trueman Show".

At one instance, Kavery shows up with Kanji and Payar, and sweet music flows, and the childhood incarnations are shown, the kid-Kavery (cute!) offering Kanji-Payar to kid Madhavan. That entire shot was included just for the sake of showing off. Or did Rajeev Anchal had "Made in USA" in mind when he did that shot years back? err.. George Lucas?

The characters lack feel. Except for the new face (whatshername? and quite a good looking face, too), none other looked convincing enough. The least said about supporting cast, the better. Oh, I didn't say a word about the story... Or, do you really want to hear the story?