The colors that occupy the screen are muted except for the colors of the Kanchivaram silk saris being woven. The lives of the weavers too reflect this. The only bright spot in their poverty filled existence are the strings of silk that they transform in to a phantasmagoria of art called the pattu pudavai. At the mercy of dastardly overlords, the coming of communism to India gives them a semblance of hope. Set during the brink of Indian independence, weaver Vengadam (Prakash Raj) and his family is the vehicle that Priyadarshan uses to show the plight of this now diminishing tribe of artisans. Cinematography that reminded me of Chris Doyle and the direction of a Priyadarshan of old makes this a rare film in the arena of Tamil cinema.
Rating: * * *
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