In the early hours of morning an angel appears to Ashiq Abu and reveals: Dude, Mallus are very much a movie loving kind of species. But they have no 'New-Gen' movies to meditate on. From now on you take the mantle of messiah of Mollywood.
On hearing this Abu gets up and goes to the library. He hunts for the latest Tamil and Hindi flicks. Then he picks up a few old popular ones. Abu puts the old wine in the new bottle. Here is your new-gen movie.
The movie works because Abu hits your raw nerve. It fills up the theatre seats and pages of the publications. None bothers if its the same old heady story.
The pure, innocent girl is brutally raped and sent to jail for attempt to rape. She befriends the bad women there and they teach her out to be an underworld don. Yes, she comes out and sets the world on fire.
Now how is it shot in the new-gen method
1. The whole movie is shot in very dull color tones. There will be plenty of slow-mos, a few closeups . There will be someone singing in husky, high pitch voice, constant jarring of guitar.
2. The new Indian movie symptoms where even the jobless hero lives in the posh apartments, wears designer outfits, hits the swankiest pubs, dates the hottest girls. The new movie makers are reluctant to show the drudgery and decadence through the lens. How much we miss the portrayal of realism.
3. Mr. Fazil , the king of sugar candies , introduced his son, Fahad , long time back. The media made sure they welcomed him with much fanfare. As usual the Fazil movie sank without a trace. The cute, handsome, wooden faced wonder was a phenomenon who was doomed to ignominy.
But years later he comes back without much ado in a characteristic bald and stubble. He's the epitomization of new age anti hero. In this movie he even displays his hairy chest and jockey underwears.
Still the wooden face stays on.
To be fair to him, except for the few yesteryear actors , none display the panache for the slick dialogues or the under played style of emoting. But the great part is director kneads skilfully metal music into places to make up the sad acting.
Seeing a bunch of guys from the golden era of Malayalam cinema was wonderful. They are an ageing and fast fading breed.
4. Abu trumpets the era of the new age Mallu women. She comes out of closet onto the bright world carrying with her all the sensualities and absolutely no emotional baggage. She curses, pass lewd remarks, wear a miniskirt , spots a bold hair do, happily sleeps with bosses to migrate to Canada.
Abu hints regularly Kerala has changed and its women too. But then you Google for Mallu Masala- the same portrayal in a different light can be seen. What the fuck are you conveying ,Mr.Abu.
In my line of career I have seen a lot of nursing graduates in the past few year years. It's so very unfortunate that such an inaccurate portrayal is made. I wonder if the director ever thought of how the lowest paid people can afford a swanky flat. Is just sleeping around a ticket to USA?