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: The film is about a planter peacefully settled with his family and his chance encounter with a couple who ran away from their
: There is a glossiness about Mammootty in Praise the Lord. He plays a well-off Christian landlord. His garbs switch between shiny silk shirts, coloured ones and neatly pressed dhotis. His face is polished to a rosy-tinted glow that never fades. All these serve vainly to mask a dull, faded narrative, wherein an innocent rich man, Joy, marvels at a love-stricken couple who seek refuge in his home from their parents.
The film, an adaptation of novel written by Paul Zacharia, is drained of all the juicy humour and subtle wit that marked the novel. If the book is replete with thoughtful yet tickling anecdotes like how the protagonist, a planter, cut off one of his rubber trees since a couple was found hanging from it, the film makes a prosaic depiction of such sequences, failing to discover any humour in it.
The couple appears like skewed caricatures, like the young man who plays a fervent Christian devout frequently chattering psalms and
gospels with a monotony that quells the very essence of his character. Reenu Mathews, who portrays Joy's wife, appears off guard most often, making herself so apparent in her efforts to render dialogues and to do anything more.
Mammootty's efforts go wasted in a narrative that lacks flow and searches for rhythm. At times he looks tired, doing acts he would have
done countless times before. The blissful comic strain that made Praise the Lord a pleasurable read is badly missing in the film, its
narrative over-populated with scenes and sequences and actors seldom being just to the lovable characters on the book.