Colours Malayalam Movie Review

Feature Film
There are more than a few occasions in Colors when you fanatically wish the ground would just rip open into two and put an end to this loathsome mess once and for all. Nothing of the sort happens; the earth goes on with its whirling; so does your head.
  Below Average
Jan 30, 2009 By Veeyen

Raj Babu has at hand quite a messy palette with which he cooks up a repulsive piece of art in awful hues on an intolerably muddled canvas. Colors, which isn't even accidentally entertaining, simply doesn't display an attempt to put together even the semblance of a plot.


I wonder who this story was written for. And I also wonder how anybody could conceive all this nonsense to be funny. I wonder how one could lose an understanding of cinema or an insight into the genre that the film is trying hard to fit itself into. There's this sickly little idea that could even be insufficient for an anecdote, about two sisters Pinky (Roma) and Pooja (Bhama) and a naval officer Sanjay (Dileep) who drives into their lives, that has been implausibly blown up into a two hour twenty minutes affair that doesn't even have the entertainment value of a midday sitcom.


The opening twenty minutes serve as a calamity indicator with beeps coming up at regular intervals after which the alarm blows up in anguish. The situations are as dumb as dumb can be, the characters as asinine as asinine can be, and the build-up as flat as flat can be. Here's a film that could make you pull out your hair in sheer exasperation and chew on it as if it were straw.


This totally uneventful production fails to create anything at all in the way of tension or relief. There are fresh pits that the film digs up in terms of ridiculous depths when it comes to comedy. The comedy quotient keeps waning from the start, but it gets plain irksome after a while, and ends up desperately short on laughs.


Colors doesn't have that extra glow that's mandatory to make it anything but instantly forgettable. The screenplay that is pointless and all bloated doesn't have a sting that would prompt you to keep your eyes tilted up towards the screen.


When it comes to its heartening features, there's only one that I can think of. Brevity. Had it lasted for a few minutes more, it would perhaps have set new records in creative bankruptcy. Even if you don't hate the film like me, you would still think aloud why they even bothered to darn this piece together in the first place.


Some films boast of bright concepts while others brag about an innovative exploration of more conventional themes. There are others that have none of these, and hence keep beating a long dead comedy horse time and again. Pretty pathetic, to put it mildly.


There are more than a few occasions when you fanatically wish the ground would just rip open into two and put an end to this loathsome mess once and for all. Nothing of the sort happens; the earth goes on with its whirling; so does your head.


This is a floppy little farce that puts on a no-show for what seems eternity and offers you just a couple of odd chuckles in the process. No surprise then that you wonder what's up with cinema at this end of the world.


  Below Average
Veeyen

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