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A slice of harsh reality

Pariyerum Perumal (2018)
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Cast : Kathir, Anandhi, Yogi Babu

Director : G. Mari Selvaraj

Genre :  Drama                                                                           
Synopsis : A young man belonging to a minor community is strangled and stifled in the gory bloodshed of casteism.

Rating : ★★★★★




"Etches in your heart...."

Mari Selvaraj brings us the tale of the naive Pariyan or "Pariyerum Perumal BA.BL mela oru kodu", an aspiring lawyer who is determined to make it it big like Dr.Ambedkar (you know what it means).
His optimistic outlook is soon crushed in the harsh blow of reality and then it hits him that it is not him who is the problem but the community he comes from. 

Kathir beautifully portrays Pariyan in his truest essence with intricate touches of nativity. The film is laced with genuinity. Every second of the film has you struck in amazement. The film sucks you in and drenches you in the life of Pariyan.


The scenes are wonderfully woven together and doesn't tire you out at any point in the film; it rather makes you yearn for more. Maybe the raw emotions that the film oozes of is what sets it apart from preachy, documentary-kind films, which is sometimes easy for a director's film of such a category to fall into, but Mari has steered the film remarkably in such a way that the film has reached the destination it ought to have reached.


It is worthy to note that the film dwells in its minute but essential details that Mari effectively incorporates into the dialogues. Take the English professor's dialogue where he says,"Quota la vandha kozhi kunju". Though a mere murmur, it echoes in your ear just as it does in Pariyan's. The professor's namam on his forehead and Pariyan's tribal pendant in the same frame speaks more than something a thousand words can convey.


Anandhi or Jo is very convincing as a character and breaks open from the commercial shell to give the audience a different perspective on how even a "loosu-ponnu" commercial heroine can effortlessly pull off a sensible character. 

The dog Karuppi, though two minutes long, makes your intestines twist in its gory scene and lingers in your mind throughout the two-and-half hours. 

This is also definitely one of Santhosh Narayanan's best works with the toe-tapping tunes like Potta Kaatil, Karuppi and Vaa Rayil Vida are soul-stirring tracks that pull at your heartstrings.

Over all, Mari creates an indelible impression on your heart with realistic characters that connect and blend with your emotions. A genuine portrayal of life rather than a larger-than-life hero most films have. A beautiful masterpiece.

This film will definitely stand the test of time, for sure.



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