“Pyaar Prema Kaadhal”… A well-acted, well-made love story that goes far beyond rom-com clichés

Posted on August 16, 2018

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Spoilers ahead…

Read the full review on Film Companion, here: https://www.filmcompanion.in/pyaar-prema-kaadhal-review-tamil-movie-harish-kalyan-raiza-wilson-baradwaj-rangan

When I listened to producer/composer Yuvan Shankar Raja’s male solo, Never let me go (there’s a female version titled I will never let you go) from Pyaar Prema Kaadhal (Love, Love, Love), it sounded like a song from a Selvaraghavan movie — specifically, Kanaa kaanum kaalangal from 7G Rainbow Colony. As it turns out, that’s not the only echo in this prickly romance between middle-class Sree (Harish Kalyan) and upper-class Sindhuja (Raiza Wilson). The story plays like a more realistic Selvaraghavan film — and I don’t mean this as a knock on the filmmaker. It’s just that his is a Romantic (as in, Byronic) universe, filled with pain and pining. This film, on the other hand, doesn’t position Sindhuja as The Unattainable Ideal, or Sree as the boy who is consumed by her. They’re not archetypes. They’re people you’d find at work, or in the house next to yours. Pyaar Prema Kaadhal, written and directed by Elan, feels less like a movie, more like life.

The film opens with Sree’s parents (Rekha and Raja Rani Pandian) registering his name at a matrimonial agency. They want a “fair” girl, someone who stays at home and looks after Sree. In other words, they’re “typical” — again, I don’t mean this as a knock. Now, look at Sindhuja’s father (Anand Babu, a tad rusty). He sees a picture of Sree and Sindhuja and says they should have him home for dinner sometime. Is Sree a friend? A boyfriend? He doesn’t ask. These contrasts are not pointed out in adjacent scenes — they are scattered through the film and left for us to absorb. Sindhuja can tell her father that she slept with Sree. He doesn’t endorse it, but he understands. Sree, on the other hand, hides his live-in relationship (with Sindhuja) from his parents. The charade he stages is hilariously pitiful. Sindhuja is amused, but she, too, understands. After all, he’s the kind of guy who has Rajinikanth and Ilayaraja posters in his room. She’s the kind of girl whose father teaches dance: salsa and foxtrot and tango.

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