![]() Rocky, after all, through long, lonely walks, and the ensuing fatigue that he hopes will provide him with some relief from the all-consuming guilt and regret plaguing him, has already realised that his life has spiralled out of control-and worse, that it’s just the beginning. And yet, if you sat him down for a conversation, I dare say that he would likely disassociate himself from a parting punchline he delivers during the height of bloodlust. ![]() The first chapter, for instance, is named: ‘ Ungamma unna yen pethaanga theriyuma?’ Towards the end of the chapter, we get the answer, a punchline if you will, from Rocky. A film in love with violence wouldn’t introspect as much as Rocky does. What are we, men, who are killing each other? What is this world that doesn’t seem to care? Through its use of wide shots, this film really drums in the sheer absurdity of all the violence, and why, even the very loneliness of existence. And yet, it’s crucial to note that this film encourages plenty of contemplation-the kind you see its self-deprecatory protagonist, Rocky (Vasanth Ravi, whose deep-set eyes communicate a lot of unspoken anguish), often get preoccupied with. I mean, necks are slit, eyes are gouged, and intestines get worn like garlands. Rocky may seem like it’s in love with violence.
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