Aayirathil Oruvan - Tamil (2010)

I wanted to review this movie in Tamil, but I would like as many people, from as many different linguistic backgrounds possible, to watch this movie which reminded me that there is no tongue to a movie. Aayirathil Oruvan, means One man in a Thousand. The movie can claim credit for being truly, one in a thousand. Starring Karthi (only in his second movie in five years), Reema Sen (not to be confused with the Bengali sisters) and Andrea Jeramaiah (a stage actor from Madras) and R. Parthiban (a man who carved out a new path for himself in the industry a good two decades ago), this movie does not claim to have big names or a monster budget. However, the story is one that has not been told in this scale, intensity or detail, ever before in Tamil, or may I venture to say, in Indian cinema. Running to a good three hours, it is sure to leave you with a strong opinion; good, bad or ugly. This is not a movie for the weak-hearted.

Directing his sixth movie, Selvaraghavan has reiterated the statement that he is someone to look out for. His past movies have carved a niche audience for himself. While he launched his younger brother into superstardom with his first two movies, he proved that he is one of those directors who can be very original with even the most uninspiring narratives. He has the knack of leading the story into its moments rather than forcing dramatic moments on the unsuspecting audience. But even with his proven credentials, this movie shows that he is not afraid to tread on a different path. The genre of the adventure movie fell out of fashion in Indian cinema in the eighties. Of course, we have had the Dhoom series and the odd period movie; but none so authentic or experimental, in creating a world that is probable but impossible. The only person who has come close in portraying such a world was Kamal Hassan in Vikram (albeit, in a very commercialized and watered down space) and it is worthy to note that after two decades, no other movie has been written in that genre. As a blend of more than one genre, this movie captures the imagination of the audience and reveals another layer of the horrible truth to those who are willing to train their eye on it.

Let me first get over with the "inspirations" of the movie. Ben Hur, MacKenna's Gold, 300, Apocalypto, Beowulf, any number of Indiana Jones movies, Lara Croft, William Wallace (Braveheart) and the Mummy movies, most importantly, often parade themselves in fleeting moments. Techniques, shots and sometimes even situations are borrowed, only to narrate or make convenient the plausibility of the progress of the film. To say that the movie has blatantly copied any of the above mentioned movies would not be fair to either this movie or the one said to be copied from. For the best moments of the movie are its own.

The story starts in a fairly straightforward manner. A famed archeologist, Lavanya and the head of the archeological committee, Anita venture in search a band of Cholas who had fled the invading Pandias and the Pandian artefact that they had stolen. They are accompanied by a private security force and a band of coolies headed by Muthu. After many traps and hinderances, which cost them much resources and life, Lavanya, Anita and Muthu discover the lost civilization. And here, the movie moves into the historic mode with an entire lost tribe portrayed; not the fair, delicately clad and decorated women/men portrayed until now in historical movies, but gritty, realistic and extremely topical portrayal of these warriors, tribals and women. This grounds the movie in such realistic terms just as much as the fantasy makes it fly. The end is unexpected but fitting. The movie will surely haunt you for a while.

Karthi entered the industry as actor Surya's younger brother, but at the pace he is going, he is sure to obliterate such associations. Mind you, it is not a great pace, for he has done only his second film in five years. And still, the maturity with which he has chosen his roles promises great things in his future. The biggest challenge is that, despite the hero-centric title, the movie does not give even an inch for such complacency. Karthi is only as important as his other counterparts and despite the messianic role, he does very little that can be described heroic. And still he shines by not shining as himself and becoming Muthu, the coolie. His eccentricities, fears, arrogance, anger and human-quality makes it one of the most rounded performances seen in a long time. Reema Sen proves herself as one of the most undervalued/underutilized actor in her role as Anita Pandian. Though she could have wielded the gun in a more assertive manner, she pulls off the extensive range of emotions and personality that her role demands of her. Andrea Jeramaiah. I once knew this girl when we worked on a play together (she was the leading lady and I the backstage guy). To be honest, she sings like an angel. How does she act? Well, as I said, she sings like an angel. In the movie, she manages to generate some interesting scenes, but they are few and far apart. She is often over shadowed given the caliber of her co-stars. But the scene in the mangrove forest where there is a triadic conversation in English (with Karthi just staring at the two women), that borders on lewd and manages to remain witty, is enough proof of the trio's acting skills.

I saved the best for the last, for we have not heard much from R. Parthiban in the recent years. He made a fool of himself with Pacha Kuthirai, and I am being nice to say that. It was disappointing, for I am a fan of his work and as any loyal fan, I was waiting for him to resurface. In this movie, one can surely say that he has, and HOW! Perhaps in the best role of his career, this actor/director/writer comes across as a convincing tribal leader who can hold order in his domain with his presence and if needs be, his fist. The last hour of the movie is dominated by this veteran in every sphere; including that monster-like dance that he manages to make interesting. It is Parthiban who features in the two best moments of the movie. When bombs are used against the sword wielding tribals, he asks Karthi why he did not tell them about this weapon. He adds after a pause, whether Karthi had hidden that fact thinking that they would be afraid. All his tribesmen join in a riotous laughter before being gunned down. This is perhaps the most evocative moment in the film that shows the pride of the indigenous against the metallic wrath of the moderns. Not many minutes before the mentioned scene, Parthiban slays one of the assailants and takes the machine gun in his hands, looks at it and shakes it pointing at people around him saying, "tut...tut...tut...tut...tut..." and then throwing the gun away shrugging. How powerful is that image of the man who knows not what terrible fate awaits him at the hand of the most cowardly of inventions.

What appeals most about this movie to me, is the same thing which makes me feel that this was one of the most satisfying films I have seen in my entire life, is the strong political, subaltern message that it carries. To see a people who have fled away from the nation to make another civilization in an island (speaking the language in a different, "purer" or more archaic form) only to be persecuted by their cousins who have no rationale except blind racial hatred is an echo of more than one reality. Most obviously it becomes an allegory to the thousands of Tamils dying a meaningless death in Sri Lanka. Some may wonder why an adventure movie ends on such a dark note of mass-suicide, utter desolation and an annihilation of not just the people but also of their dignity; this is not a way an Indiana Jones or a Mummy movie would end. But this is exactly how life goes on. There is no magical rescue in the offing.

Technically, the editing is absolutely seamless. What the ridiculously poor CG drops the ball on, the elegant, innovative cinematography more than makes up for. The costumes and the detailing are really well done. The extremely racist painting of all "tribals" in a color each is a jarring element in the movie. The locales are truly breath-taking, when they are not pissed about with bad CG. The music... the album score is okay, with a couple of songs lingering on in the mind. But the BGM is a huge let down. Perhaps it is because of our being used to such ephemeral subtlety in Selva's movies thanks to Yuvan? It is time to bring the young prince back into the fold.

One thing I would like to record about this movie is that, Selva, unfortunately did not have the courage that Kamal Hassan did, as we find the latter refusing to add a song to the movie when it was not relevant, however good or close to his heart (as it was performed by his daughter). But Selva adds the Ooh Eesa song for the reason of having shot it. It would have better served as just publicity material. However, it does not take away from the bottomline, that Selva assures us that the future of Tamil/Indian cinema is in good hands.

I don't like Arnab

Face it, he does not even have to try hard; we all have a general feeling of dislike towards Arnab Goswami. The quality of the company which runs his TV channel is suspect. Breaking News! has become the staple headline on that channel - even (I apologize), particularly, when it is about Rakhi Sawant's Swayamvar. Politicians have taken a vow of silence for people like Arnab try and make sure that whatever they say - from economic instability to indigestion - can and will be used against them. I am sorry to use the term, but usually nobody likes people like Arnab. Probably he enjoys it. Nobody cares.

But again, personally I do not like any of the other people on news channels either. Ranging from the kale-rang-ka-kala-bandhar types to the most sophisticated salt-n-pepper bearded people, I do not like them. I am not so much to name names here. News today is manufactured by one and all. No matter how classy or how crass it seems, 40% of the world's media is controlled by a single man. We have heard so much of this 'beware of the WATCHdog' thing, that it takes a real knee to the chin to wake us up. We are a sleepy people, we human beings are.

It was today's DEBATE that made me feel the most annoyed. It made me think a thought that put things in perspective. The topic was the austerity advice by the Finance Ministry to all Govt. Employees. The ruling is simple; all govt employees should for the effect of the following one year, due to the global financial crunch should spend govt money in moderation - including travel. Govt officials are to travel in the Economy class of the flight. Here comes the clincher - a special exception to the rule; MPs are exempted from this rule. Arnab whips up a copy of the ruling in front of the camera and says, what makes the MPs beyond the dictates of the country. In a time of crisis, should not the leaders and representatives of the people show their committment to the cause through action? Bottomline, does the taxpayer have the right to know how his money is being spent? These questions triggered off a debate which amused me and face a rather inconvenient truth - that we perhaps need people like Arnab to ask questions like these. Frankly, I do not like Arnab Goswami; but the Indian system makes him inevitable.

Some of the issues that cropped up during the discussion...
* MPs are NOT govt servants! Seriously, if you had thought that the govt being a body that you (as a citizen) have contributed in constructing and in turn is in charge of the Members of the Parliament whom you have elected to take part in the govt are govt servants; YOU ARE WRONG! They are not govt servants! They are LEADERS! And LEADERS of a nation should NOT walk in the street, eat the same food as the common-folk or sit in the same section as the hardworking taxpayer - because they are LEADERS!

* If you travel in the Economy class of an airplane, you will reach the destination later than if you travel Business class. If any of you thought that the MPs stick it out because of the free drinks, shame on you. They do it so that they can reach there quicker. Them and their train of seven-eight cronies. Help them to help you. Pay taxes to give them a chance to pinch air-hostess' bottoms (or stewards for those inclined thus).

* Asking a Member of the Parliament how the taxpayer's money is spent is a crime. You can be hung in the square for that. How dare you think that representatives of the people are actually answerable to the people? Are they not taking a 20% cut from their salary? Yes, they are merely getting eight hundred rupees now. Excluding their travel allowance, food allowance, vehicle allowance, coffee allowance, biscuit allowance, lapdance allowance, bar allowance, clothes allowance, wives allowance, kids allowance and a list of another five hundred and thirty seven categories. THEY WILL NOT BE AUSTERE BY GIVING UP THESE ALLOWANCES. They will concede 20% of their salary. Whew! What a huge sum! I am breathless. I realize that with just the 20% poverty can be eradicated in the nation AND we can mass produce a single vaccine that will prevent us against H1N1, HIV, Cancer and a bunch of other things.

* No, just because a person wears an unbuttoned cotton shirt and appears unwashed on national news television, it does not mean that he will support the cause of equality between the MPs and the commonfolk. It doesn't matter if the person is supposed to represent the party that has achieved the longest running democratically elected communist regime. He still will insist that a ruling, no matter how good or bad from the govt WOULD not be binding on him, because he is an MP and MPs are directed only by the Speaker of the Lok Saba. True.

* Security, interestingly, was never an issue raised by any of the MPs. Of course, that is a valid point, that angry people might just slit their throats if they travel in the same class as them.

* There are a million other expenses that are involved in the running of a country that a normal person cannot understand - because the term normal person is a lie maintained by the govt to make us feel better; because the normal person is a retard. We let the MPs fly first class because they help us maintain that illusion.

So, bottomline... Do I say that if the MPs stop eating caviar, drinking champagne, humping Scandinavian women and flying first-class - would we find the cure for cancer or at least save enough money to produce one kilolitre of clean drinking water? Maybe not. But flying economy is a symbol - a first page to a host of ways that people who are addressed as the leaders act befitting to the title. Of course, the MPs are right; little things will not make a change. They will not make a difference. Its alright if the MPs spend the taxpayers' money - for the fact it is being spent on the MPs means that it is being spent WELL! No questions asked.

I am a simple man. A reductionist, you may criticize me to be. But imagine an assembly of four families living in a piece of land where they meet to discuss the expenditure to build a common fence to protect the fowls from animals. If the meeting takes place for three months with a chicken each day on the table from their coops for the purpose of the meeting; by the end of the meeting, there will be no more fowls to protect. Yes, I am a simpleton.

Maybe we simpleminded folk are not aware of the fact, that by spending govt money on higher priced tickets, the MPs are actually contributing towards the bailout of the civil aviation industry. That'z the secret of their energy!

Thanks to such developments, I will think of air-travel with all its political layers included. But I still do not comprehend how the finest becomes the right of 545 people in the country for the only reason they are meant to represent the 1 billion others. A majority of the billion will look up at the sky when an airplane passes by, and sigh.