The trace of a story that could be found in 'Nirakazcha' can easily be summed up in a couple of lines. An Italian painter Lorenzo (Vincenzo Bocciarelli) takes it upon himself the task of recreating the celebrated Ravi Verma paintings and falls in love with his model Shilpa (Mamta Mohandas). Shilpa's fiance Sreekuttan (Manoj K Jayan) doesn't take too kindly to this.
So what happens during the rest of the running time of this film? There are plenty of (non)happenings in the form of C I Marthandan (Jagathy) the local cop, Poovar Pookutty (Suraj Venjarammoodu) the music teacher, Aksharavalli (Kalpana) the Malayalam tutor or the German Shepherd (Bijukuttan) the man who hopes to fly to Germany after marrying a German tourist. The director Aneesh J Karrinad himself appears in a cameo as photographer Mathai who has ulterior motives in mind.
You see some films and tell yourself that this is the worst possible scenario in two and a half hours time, and along comes another one that demolishes your belief. Nirakazhcha for instance, plunges into new depths and astounds you further on account of its absurdity.
The paintings are more of an excuse for the film, and it becomes obvious after a while. Mamta struts around half naked most of the time as the modeling goes on, and gets all wet in the surf. The painter goes for it with all dedication and yet it's strange that we almost never get to see his finished works on screen, except perhaps once.
Shilpa knows that Sreekuttan is waiting for her, and yet finds that she is hopelessly in love with Lorenzo. It's funny then that she behaves like a two year old and throws tantrums when she sees a few of his pictures with his ex-girl friend in Italy. In an unbelievably ridiculous scene she lectures Lorenzo as to how he will never realize what the mind of a Malayali girl looks and feels like. Lorenzo looks as puzzled as the rest of us at this unexpected fireworks show.
Poor Bocciarelli is in unfamiliar waters for sure, and this clearly shows. For one, he doesn't get to kiss the woman he loves on her lips, and that should be a first time for the Italian for sure. He makes do with those tiny pecks on the cheeks and a lot of rolling around on the sand. He climbs coconut trees, lends an ear to several verbal insults from the locals, does Kalaripayattu, takes part in Pulikali and what not, and all this for a film that he would never be proud of.
What on earth was Mamta Mohandas thinking about while doing this film? 'Nirakazcha' marks an all time low in her career, and people who have seen this film would really need some big help to erase the memories from their minds. This isn't just a bad career move for Mamta, it's a grave blunder. And Manoj K Jayan?
No amount of words or descriptions would aptly describe the abysmal quality of this film. The one person whom I was thinking about the whole time while watching the film was poor Raja Ravi Verma who must be twisting and turning around in his grave every time 'Nirakazcha' is screened.