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Times of India
The film is about the antics of a laidback policeman Shankunni and how he solves a murder mystery.
One of the supposedly comic scenes in Police Maman shows DSP Shankunni (Baburaj) planting a coconut sapling along with his two old servants. The master says that the sapling is brought from Malaysia, the servant is anxious that once it grows into a tree, it will fail to produce fruit having known that it's not Malaysia but Kerala. The master gets anxious too; another servant offers a remedy - 'We will spread a tarpaulin over the tree so that the tree will never know if it is Kerala.'
This is the essence of the aimlessly written film with a crudely conceived plot. It's a caricature, the enlarged version of Shikkari Sambhu who unearths glory from goofiness. In short, a bird-brained cop with a timely knack for heroics.
The story doesn't end here. There is also a murder mystery. The problem with this film, apart from a shoddy tale, is that it never fits into any kind of genre. If it's about a pouty, lazy cop chancing upon vital clues eventually leading to the well of the mystery, he has to be lovable and the clues engaging.
None of these happen, not even once. What is on display is a pompous display of half-baked wits rendered with a distorted flair, either by Baburaj or the accompanying crew.