In one of Thangalaan’s more memorable stretches, the titular hero, who was previously seen only draped in a loincloth, comes on horseback with a gun, wearing a shirt, trousers and even suspenders, to return the amount he owes a desirous landlord, and save his family from slavery. Apart from arguably being the best scene in the film and a probable hat-tip to Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained, Pa. Ranjith condenses the film’s core idea into a single sequence. Thangalaan has quite a few such momentous segments... fuelled by Ranjith’s unapologetically pertinent politics and fantastic performances. But whether they come together cohesively is a different question; the shimmer dims every now and then.
What sets apart filmmakers like Ranjith, especially against those trying to use the same medium to push diametrically opposite politics, is his command over the craft and use of tropes and metaphors as tools to drive home his angst against societal issues. If it was a wall in Madras, one’s identity in Kabali, land in Kaala, pride in Sarpatta Parambarai, a piece of a field in Dhammam (Victim) or a topic of conversation in Natchathiram Nagargiradhu, in Thangalaan, Ranjith takes his battle against oppression head-on.
In the Veppur village of North Arcot around 1850 CE, a clan of tribals, unable to manage the rapaciousness of a rich landlord, hastily send Thangalaan (Vikram) and a few more men with a British general Clement (Daniel Caltagirone) to find gold. Their forefathers had panned for gold during the rein of kings, and despite the prospect of venturing into a territory controlled by Aarathi the sorceress (Malavika Mohanan) who is willing to draw blood to secure the land’s possessions, the men stride forward in the hope of a better future. As expected, there’s more to it than meets the eye and it’s up to Thangalaan to save his folks and, of course, live up to his name as the son of gold.
Director: Pa. Ranjith
Cast: Vikram, Malavika Mohanan, Daniel Caltagirone, Parvathy Thiruvothu, Pasupathy
Storyline: A tribal leader, in the hope of finding greener pastures, leads his clan to an unexplored territory controlled by a white man to dig for gold only to be hindered by a sorceress
Runtime: 134 minutes
On paper, Thangalaan might have come off as an endearing story of a man and his people standing up for themselves against all odds, and those who stood at the same place for generations. But stripped to its bare bones, it is a story of the search for one’s true identity. While the clan gets their answer only in the very last shot of the film, Ranjith and his fellow writers lace the film with enough fascinating characters trying to find their own identity.
Thangalaan is troubled by his dreams and wants to find a better living for his family; his wife, Gangamma (Parvathy Thiruvothu) is the family’s cornerstone; Pasupathy is a self-anointed Brahmin hoping that a piece of thread and “dietary restrictions” might get him a ticket to Vaikuntam; and then there’s the British general whose life depends on what he will find digging in the Indian soil. The search for their identities ends only when their search for the gold ends, and that’s easier said than done.
The biggest pillar of support for Thangalaan is Vikram and his able colleagues. The veteran actor gives his best every time and it’s no different here either; as the leader who endures inner turmoil but has to keep up a calm front, he aces his role with adept mannerisms and expressions. The rest of the cast, comparatively, have very little to do but experienced actors like Parvathy and Daniel pull off their roles excellently. A pleasant surprise on the acting front comes from Malavika as Aarathi and it’s indisputably her best role in Tamil. Shedding every inch of vanity, the lead and ensemble cast have undoubtedly given it their all to this enterprising project.
Behind the camera, it’s unsurprisingly Ranjith who stands apart and that’s both a compliment and a complaint. Yet another brilliant scene — that could only be mustered by someone like the filmmaker — is when the village women finally get their very own blouses. As an extension of the politics of clothing which he voiced out with Puyal in Kaala or with the titular character in Kabali, it makes for an endearing sequence accentuated by strong performances.
On the flip side, apart from GV Prakash’s score, the film, which deserves a technically strong crew, succumbs to what looks like budget constraints. The VFX looks tacky and the biggest culprit has to be the employment of sync sound. Not only does it make the vocals difficult to comprehend, but it also kills the immersive feel required for a film of this genre and ambition. The writing also lacks depth and gives very little space for us to establish an emotional connection. The momentary gains, the monumental losses, and the trials and tribulations faced by the hero and his clan don’t land with the impact required for us to root for them.
A still from ‘Thangalaan’
Speaking of genre, the fact that Thangalaan reminds us of several films — mostly superior in quality — does not help either. If a village being caged up for work in a new land sounds like Paradesi, the magical realism brings back memories of the once-panned-but-now-cult-classic Aayirathil Oruvan. The film’s overarching trope of how oppressed people of that period found it better to be at the mercy of the British who offered more respect and a better standard of living, compared to the upper-caste landlords and regional rulers, feels overdone considering we just saw something similar in Captain Millerearlier this year.
Thangalaan, like Ranjith’s previous works, might offer a lot to those who have what it takes to tweak their vision and decipher and interpret the various references and ideologies expressed on-screen. In the filmmaker’s most ambitious project to date, everything we love about him is present: the symbolisms, the statues, the animals, the theme of the common folk rising against their oppressors, spectacular visuals and exemplary performances. But for those looking for an intriguing story headlined by Vikram — fresh from the success of the Ponniyin Selvanfilms — Thangalaan is, ultimately, disheartening.
Like the Japanese art of Kintsugi where broken pottery is mended with gold, it’s Vikram and Ranjith who almost pull together this splintered mess that promises a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, only to have way too many chinks in its golden armour to save itself.
Thangalaan is currently running in theatres
