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by : Behindwoods review board
Vimal, Oviya, Saranya Ponvannan, Ganja Karuppu.
S S Kumaran
It’s hard to expect anything dramatic
or even plain different from a movie that
has no popular credentials to back it
up. Give those preconceived notions the
elbow since unpredictability is the essence
of life. Kalavani an Indie movie, despite
its unsophisticated title, comes across
as a whiff of fresh air and stands apart
from the other small timers for not having
taken itself seriously.
The basic issue with small time movies is that they
want to make a quick buck and hence come across as
shoddy and despicable. What’s so different about
Kalavani is that the movie is so light hearted and
the cheerfulness is infectious. It unfolds and folds
in the manner of a delightful short story.
Vimalraj (the grubby Meenakshi Sundaram from Pasanga)
is the ill-behaved son of the gullible Saranya and
her husband Ilavarasu. Vimalraj’s financial
needs are met by his susceptible mother, whom he either
hoodwinks or intimidates to fulfill his frequent needs
to gamble or hang out with his friends. He pushes
the boat out and spends his time whiling away, aided
by his friends. In the course of the time, he also
spots a girl and falls in love with her – much
to the despair of her brother who nurses a rivalry
But he dares those boundaries and abducts the girl,
eventually marrying her. The brother, however, is
still fuming with rage and is out to slice him into
pieces. But does he do that? And if he didn’t,
how did Vimal manage to avert that? All this is answered
in an interesting climax that is pleasantly humorous.
For Vimalraj, this role is just a reprisal of his
Pasanga chapter and he does it with ease. Saranya
is impeccable as ever and Ilavarasu, as the dutiful
father, deserves a mention too. Ganja Karuppu’s
comical interludes save the movie from sagging in
the first half.
Kalavani, thankfully, has no blood and gore. Although
the director has been successful in bringing a remote
village in Tanjore to the screen, the dialect takes
a beating. It appears butchered and city dwellers
will have a hard time deciphering the dialogues. But
the cinematography more than makes it up for that.
S S Kumaran’s rerecording passes with average
marks and a couple of songs, shot neatly, also manage
to pull it off. Direction Sargunam’s Kalavani
might not be an awesome piece of work, but the movie
manages to stand apart from its contemporary Indie
ventures for its sheer lack of pretentiousness. The
movie is, therefore, guileless and an attempt to watch
it will not ruin your weekend plans.
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