It is commendable that director Anu Menon has whipped up a warm tale about love, loss and surviving life’s catastrophic blows, with such simplicity. Her lead characters - Shiv and Tara - have nothing in common. Menon plays on their generation gap to offer some genuine smiles. He can’t utter the’F’ word. She is brash but awkwardly loving. His coping device is faith; hers is shopping. And yet, the two bond over the vital stats of their spouses.
Right from the first frame, Menon sketches them differently. Tara is a realist, whose first question to the doctor is -’Will my husband die?’ Shiv lives in the hope that his wife will wake
up and ask for her favourite Thalassery biryani. The filmmaker skillfully describes the different stages of sorrow without letting melodrama seep in. Tara holds on to Shiv’s pearls of wisdom(some taught by experience and others picked up from medical journals), to make the cumbersome journey from denial to acceptance.
The layered screenplay poses some thought-provoking queries. In one of the film’s best scenes, Tara rants how she has 1500 friends on Facebook and 5000 followers on Twitter and yet, she stands alone in her time of suffering. Shiv innocently asks’what is twitter’. She calls it a notice board that helps one get more followers, making you wonder about its shallowness. In another flattering scene, a senior doctor teaches his junior how to give a patient bad news. These little moments have a far reaching impact.
However, the writing wears thin in the latter half. Shiv’s big revelation was unnecessary and the writers seemed unsure how to end it for Tara. And yet, none of it matters. For Kalki and Naseer’s effortless performances, this movie deserves to be watched.