Revisiting Kadavul.

Revisiting Kadavul.
Revisiting Naan Kadavul was like any ordinary bhakthan sauntering into a temple of his faith given every chance. But only that I knew that there is kadavul’s blessing for sure and am just there to accept and adore it. What were all inexplicable in the first visit got a bit unraveled this time. Naan Kadavul kind of movies asks you to deviate a little bit from your perfunctory movie watching. Add to this the wait and hype (though these tantamount to nothing as mentioned in previous post, still we get affected) and we miss out too many sheer magic in the first viewing. This is I first experienced with Sivaji. Every successive time I saw it I liked it more. And Sivaji was just another mega masala movie. On this ground revisiting NK, a typical bala movie of getting disturbed by the first view was a revelation. I made sure that I get to hear the title bhajan. I felt that is god. That music is god. The technicalities of the movie are simply spellbinding. Raasaiyya yet again proves he is the complete authority on taking movies to their desired level with his music. What music for Thandavan’s introduction. It might be max a piece for 15-20 seconds. Or even less. But it conveys the amperage of the abominable act that guy will unleash in the whole movie. Genius. The haunting violin interlude of kannil paarvai when the camera pans over the beggars’ underworld conveys the right emotion of helplessness of people on either side. Even the discontinuity and patchy last scenes seemed corrected in this viewing. May be that is a reinforcement error. On the whole a heartwarming experience it was. And this is a movie straight from heart unlike the one actually advertised as such. Bala definitely has raised the benchmark for good cinema. And Tamil industry will ever be the pioneer in such evolutions. Yes bala is great. We are great. I am great. Naan Kadavul.