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Movie Review - Traffic (Malayalam)

What a way to begin movie-watching in the new year! If "Traffic" is any indication of things to come in the new year, I'll be one happy movie fan!

"Traffic" covers the events in a time span of 12 hours in which the lives of a bunch of strangers are irrevocably changed in totally unexpected ways. A seemingly common motor-bike accident acts as the trigger for a totally engrossing and thrilling ride - I would've worn a seat belt if I could! It's a total writer's and director's movie - the best kind there is. Bobby and Sanjay, I would say that you have finally come into your own after "Ente Veedu, Appoontem" and "Notebook". All the characters from the dedicated womanizer Jikku to the best friend Rajeev who is determined to give his friend the best gift possible are well-rounded. The huge ensemble of characters (thankfully super-heroless) have carried off their roles like the veterans they are. Kunchacko Boban delivers a surprising performance, even Roma for once plays an understated role as opposed to her usual irritatingly ebullient characters. Asif Ali deserves a special mention as he has delivered a really good performance. And the two and a half hours give us glimpses of most facets of the human experience, both the ugly and the supremely beautiful. Half way through the movie, I began to worry how the writers would provide for an intermission and the moment they stopped at was so apt that my husband and I involuntarily applauded. And we did give the movie a standing ovation later.

My cup brimmeth over. Do not miss "Traffic" - it beats all currently running pictures hands down.


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