Trust film-makers to tread the less trodden trail. Rarely they veer from the familiar path in pursuit of boxoffice dynamics. But Vinod R Raj in Yashogathe shows he is made of different league and is not averse to experimenting. His Yashogathe, set in the pre-Independence days, when country’s citizens were waging a relentless war against the British, is woven around three women, who form the fulcrum of the haunting tale that pays homage to the unsung martyrs who gave up their lives in the cause of India’s freedom.
Narrated and knit in a suspense thriller fashion the film may not be such an easy and entertaining watch for the regular audiences fed on fast paced action, and given to expect hair-raising eerie experience at every turn and twist the film takes. Here is a film that slowly but surely, in a rather ritualistic, realistic fashion takes audiences to its intended denouement taking the form of the formulaic horror genre to have the audiences glued to the happenings.
Told in flashback, the film, in its two-hour enthralling run, spotlights on a family comprising of three women living in a desolated and dilapidated house amidst the thick forest foliage visited by a Britisher in search of the family hierlooms and a young boy who comes to learn music from the woman of the house. Exquisitively shot in soft focused lighting, fade in and fade outs, in a snaking and carousing manner, with haunting and catchy background score, the film cleverly combines the necessities of telling a horror tale while also trying to drive home its homage to those unseen millions of women folk who were waging their own battle against the Britishers on the home front while the men were away to win India’s its freedom.
In these times of virtually deplorable films that neither entertain nor engage you and are a miserable outing, Yashogathe comes as a fresh breeze on a warm April afternoon and warms your cockles. It may not be a great cinema still Vinod Raj’s attempt is to be appreciated and applauded for his brave experiment to tell an honest tale