Tamil film Koozhangal is India's official entry for the 2022 Academy Awards. The film will only be eligible for the award if it finds a place on the nomination list. Koozhangal has been produced by Nayanthara and Vignesh Shivan and it featured music by Yuvan Shankar Raja. The filmmaker announced the news in a tweet and wrote: "There's a chance to hear this!”And the Oscars goes to..." Two steps away from a dream come true moment in our lives... Can't be prouder, happier and content." Koozhangal was picked from a list of 14 films that were compiled by a 15-member jury for a screening process for selecting India's entries. The list of the shortlisted films also included Sardar Udham, featuring Vicky Kaushal and Sherni, starring Vidya Balan, among others.
The film, directed by PS Vinothraj, showcases the story of a
young boy and how his equation with his violent and alcoholic father leads him
on a quest to fetch back his mother. The film has been a winner of several
awards at film festivals already.
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Review of this Movie:
Cast: Chellapandi, Karuththadaiyaan
Director: PS Vinothraj
The opening shot of first-time director P.S.
Vinothraj's Koozhangal (Pebbles) is as stark as it is
evocative. We watch a bird building a nest on a bent, shaky branch - a little
winged creature engaged in the rudimentary act of rustling up a safe shelter.
But does the branch have the strength to bear the weight of the home the bird
is stitching together in the fond hope that it will endure? Just about.
For young Velu (Chella Pandi), son of an
abusive and alcoholic man, Ganapathy (Karuthadaiyan), home is, however, only a
physical space. It does not ensure emotional security. The Tamil film, which
plays out over half a day, has him more on the road, under the blazing sun in a
water-starved, rocky region, than under a roof. The boy's life see-saws between
anger and despair.
The landscape - harsh, parched, and
sweltering - is a key element in the searing film. There are things much worse
here than the unbearable heat in the air: patriarchy, impoverishment and
violence against women and children. Koozhangal, presented by Nayanthara and
Vignesh Shivan, is a piece of pure cinema that strips down the medium to its
bare bones with a splendid sense of balance to reveal a state of human
existence that has been engulfed by sheer hopelessness.
Ganapathy (Karuthadaiyan), Velu's father,
drags the boy along on a trip to fetch his estranged wife back from her
maternal village. Not that the man is missing his wife. He needs her around to
take care of his home and children. Velu detests his father. Ganapathy asks: Do
you like me or your mother? The boy does not answer. He does not need to. What
he thinks of his boorish, alcohol-addled father is as clear as daylight.
In Koozhangal, which abounds in
such quiet yet strikingly eloquent moments, writer-director Vinothraj uses the
camera like a sharp scalpel that makes its way deep into the flesh and prises
open the innards of an unforgiving space somewhere in an arid part of Tamil
Nadu where life, like the bird's nest on a frail, swaying branch in the film's
first shot, hangs by a tenuous thread.
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Koozhangal is composed of stunning
widescreen frames, which alternate between revealing precise visual and situational
details loaded with meaning and merely alluding to, if not concealing, much
else to encourage us to attempt a deeper understanding of the scarred mind of
Velu, who must learn to negotiate frequent personal upheavals without being
rattled by them in order to survive the daily ordeal of dealing with a father
driven by impotent rage.
The acute scarcity of water and the
precarious status of women go hand in hand in the area. Water and women give
and sustain life and both are at the receiving end of inimical forces - the
former of Nature's vagaries caused by increasing desertification, the latter of
toxic virility.
On their journey to the village of Velu's
mother, father and son take a bus. A woman boards the vehicle with three pots
of water. She has to buy tickets not just for herself but also for the three
little receptacles with her. Neither women nor their water pots are granted any
quarters here. And that really is the story at the heart of Koozhangal: with
potable water turning into a barely visible underground trickle and women being
pushed to the fringes, dehumanisation is inevitable.
The film's title is a literal reference to the
pebble Velu places in his mouth as he wends his way back to his village through
the thirst-inducing heat. This ritual isn't a one-off, a fact that is revealed
when he returns home. This pebble is one of many that the boy has collected
over a period of time.
Velu's contempt for his father stems from the
violence that he and his mother, whose name the boy has etched on a rock face,
giving it precedence over the names of his sister Lakshmi, himself and his
father (in that order), are constantly subjected to. As they trek back,
Ganapathy hurts his toenail, all the more reason for Velu not to venture
anywhere near him.
Not that Ganapathy is ever not in a foul mood. When
he asks a friend for a loan for the bus tickets and a bottle of hooch, he is
unapologetically gruff. On the bus, he picks up a fight with a co-passenger who
objects to his lighting a beedi. And in his wife's village, he inevitably has
an acrimonious face-off with his brother-in-law. Velu knows all too well what
is coming next.
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A fuming Ganapathy, having learnt that his wife has
gone back home, growls to Velu: from now on you have no mother, only a father.
That is a thought that can only make the boy shudder. He responds with an act
that serves to buy time for his mother - it compels Ganapathy to walk all the
way back to his village.
Walking way behind his father, Velu uses a shard of
glass - part of a broken mirror - and reflects the rays of the hot sun into
Ganapathy's back. It is an act of provocation couched in a dash of humour, a
rare commodity in a region overrun by desolation and drudgery. It is a little
boy's way of getting back at the man who has made his life far more miserable
than it should have been.
That life could have been infinitely worse for him
is driven home by the fate of another family - this one is homeless - that
survives on rats. They smoke the rodents out of their holes to skewer and eat
them. Koozhangal presents an intense portrait of marginalisation that never
loosens its grip on the audience.
Cameramen Vignesh Kumulai and Parthib - barring a
few drone shots - stay at ground level, tracking the characters in a way that
approximates the effect of walking alongside, or behind them, keeping a close,
unfailing eye on their progress. The precise editing by Ganesh Siva (a
first-timer like the director and the two cinematographers) buttresses the
unremitting rhythm of the film.
Koozhangal comes
as close to being a masterpiece as any debut film has done this millennium.
(Koozhangal won the International Film Festival of Rotterdam's top prize, the Tiger Award, early this year and is currently screening in the New Directors New Films programme of New York's Lincoln Center. It is also set to have virtual screenings at the upcoming Indian Film Festival of Los Angeles from May 20 to 27).