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Times of India
The film traces the lives of four expatriates in London which are linked to one another.
The voiceover that marks the beginning of Shyamaprasad's
has a sombre tone. We understand that it's in fact a letter in which a Malayali waiter at a hotel describes the city of London to his sweetheart back home. The words in the letter belong more to a writer than to an ordinary citizen who painfully wrestles with his life in an unknown city. This is perhaps one of the rare moments in English which look distant, slightly out of place.
The film, which faithfully chronicles lives of four different expatriates in London, is suffused with a poignant charm. There is a London-born dapper playboy (effortlessly played by Nivin Pauly), a middle-aged man (Mukesh) who shuffles himself between the roles of a patient, caring son and a father who is angry, anxious and insecure about his teen daughter, an estranged woman (Nadia Moidu) spying on her husband and a plain visaged Shankaran (Jayasurya).
Amid a surge of emotions, the film exercises a wonderful sense of measure and this purpose is served by a cast that infuses each character with richness and intensity. The most stunning and evocative portrayal comes from Mukesh who diminishes his innate joviality to bring out a man who is so raw, earthy and alive with a tender warmth. Jayasurya has it in him to subject himself to a transformation with an amazing earnestness. In this film, he swathes his meekness with a humane expression of love and he even reins his outbursts, though feeble, in such a way that it perfectly fits the character he impersonates.
English conjures up moments that blend shock and joy like the realization of a forbidden love, scenes of bitter humour which lay bare the travails of existence and also lays its claim to moments of pure joy and innocence like a rebellious teenage girl carefully glancing at his protective father so immersed in pressing the legs of his old, ailing mother. Shyamaprasad deals with these characters at his own pace, leisurely and unhurried; sometimes stretching his plot. Nevertheless the film has a tenderness wherein lies its charm.