Review of my reactions after "Naadodigal"

So, what do I really expect from a movie? I am sure contradicting myself. If you ask me what kind of movie I’d want to make or want to be associated with, I’d say “The movie which is honest”. What is a honest movie? A movie which takes its own course. The story which is dictated by the characters. And not by the Director. Definitely not by the “cast”. “Naadodigal” is one such movie. It is a honest movie, to say the least. It is the kind of movie where the Director’s part stopped when he decided the characters and the setting/environment they belonged. After that, the whole story was dictated by the characters. They decided how the story should take shape. Karna (Sasikumar) did what he wanted to. And not because the Director wanted him to.

All said and done – as an audience – when I sat in the theatre, why did I not feel good? Why was I squirming on the seats? Why was I waiting for the film to get over? Was it because I hated the movie? No. A definite No. It was because I wasn’t happy with the characters in the first place. Director Samuthrakani decided to have the characters Karna, Pandi and the third-whose name-I-forgot. If I had liked those characters, I’d have definitely liked “Naadodigal”. But It was not meant to be the case. It was simply because I wasn’t able to relate to the characters – wasn’t able to accept their beliefs and opinions, I didn’t happen to like the film that much.

But If you ask me again “What kind of movie you’d want to make or want to be associated with?”

“Naadodigal”, hands down!

Move on!

“So, this is it?” I asked.

“Yes” she said in a broken voice “But, we’ll be friends”

“Cut that crap” I thought to myself.

“Ok then, bye!” I said and cut the phone.


He

“Who was that on the phone?” VJ asked me.

“She said it’s over”

“What?” VJ looked terribly confused “Hey, you guys were going well till last week. What happened all of a sudden?”

“Forget it” I wanted to think of some thing else. But, I couldn’t. Even though I realized that it was too early, I liked the relationship we were in. Some where between friendship and love. I cursed myself for proposing to her and spoiling the whole thing.

“She said it’s not going to work out. And so she split” I realized that my eyes weren’t steady enough to look at his face.

“What the fuck?” He cursed her. And continued “OK… you know what? Durga has dumped Aravind”

“Really?” I looked at him.

She

“Who was that on the phone?” she asked me.

“Oh…yeah” I said “That was my tailor”