Review of Thudarum
Rating: ★★¼ (2.25/5)
One-word review: Musclesham
Musclesham — that’s the only fitting way to describe Thudarum, a film that feels like a cheap knockoff of Drishyam, only acted by Chiranjeevi Garu in spirit — all muscle, zero mind. For those calling this the "comeback of actor Mohanlal," one must wonder if they remember who Mohanlal was. He was a phenomenal actor — arguably one of the greatest — but that version has been missing in action for much of the last decade. The comparison to Drishyam is especially apt, not just because both plots are eerily similar, but because it gives a clear lens to measure what’s missing. There, the tension simmered beneath the surface; here, it’s all flex and frown. That said, in a few scattered scenes, Mohanlal does show flickers of the brilliance we once knew. A glance here, a pause there — just enough to remind us that the spark isn’t completely dead. Unfortunately, those moments are isolated, and the rest of the film doesn’t bother waiting for him to catch up.
The first twenty minutes give the illusion that something substantial is brewing. The character setups work, the music is well-placed, and Jakes Bejoy’s background score brings a cinematic weight the writing sorely lacks. Shaji Kumar’s cinematography also adds finesse, crafting visuals that sometimes trick you into thinking you’re watching a better film. The Mohanlal-Shobana pairing evokes nostalgia, and both Binu Pappu and Prakash Varma (in a neatly blended villain role) offer genuine performances that stand out in an otherwise confused ensemble.
But then comes the crash. The plot abandons logic for loudness, and what once looked like a grounded thriller spirals into a bloated, over-the-top revenge drama. Coincidences arrive by the truckload. "Thriller? Where?" you ask. Watching Thudarum as a thriller is like sipping lemon juice and being told it’s champagne — sour, flat, and not remotely what was promised. The suspense is non-existent, the twists are telegraphed from miles away, and the only surprise is how this came from Tharun Moorthy, a director once known for thoughtful, realistic storytelling.
Instead of nuanced pacing and emotional buildup, we get exaggerated hero worship, disconnected genre shifts, and a heavy-handed mass formula that feels utterly alien coming from this filmmaker. The writing tries to sound profound, but the more it reaches for depth, the more shallow it becomes. As a family film, it’s emotionally empty. As a thriller, it’s a total misfire. And as a Mohanlal vehicle, it coasts on legacy rather than effort.
Even Mohanlal’s few good moments can’t mask how misplaced he feels in this script. The recycled dialogues from his earlier films land with a dull thud, often feeling inappropriate or forced — like the film is borrowing greatness it hasn’t earned. The performance overall feels checked out, like he’s waiting for the next project to do the real work.
Sure, Thudarum might see box office success — that’s the power of brand value. And fans may clutch at a few moments in the second half. But if anyone insists this is "vintage Mohanlal," just hand them a copy of Drishyam and let them see the difference between nuanced acting and slow-motion.