The world where Moideen and Kanchanamala lived and loved, where it incessantly rains, is vibrantly brought to life by this immensely gifted cinematographer whose camera furtively follows the streaks of rain that pour down the aisles and rush down in a hurry to reach the Chaliyar river. It's nothing less than dazzling poetry that Jomon T John crafts on the screen, and 'Ennu Ninte Moideen' is a visual spectacle of sorts, purely on account of this visual vivacity on show. Lena and Saikumar excel in their respective roles as well. There is also Tovino Thomas, who in a relatively brief, yet tremendously significant role, stands out with his sparkling performance as Appu, and Bala as Sethu, the hapless brother who could only watch his sister being flung around by the twirls of fate. Parvathy is perfectly cast as the resilient Kanchanamala who lives on as an iconic representation of an effervescent romance that will continue to touch hearts for a very long time.

Prithvi brings in a contrasting combo of might and vulnerability in his portrayal of the man who had marbles for eyes who loved, lost and yet loved again. 'Ennu Ninte Moideen' witnesses a tussle between its two lead actors - Prithviraj and Parvathy - that is productive to the core, in that they outplay themselves and each other in the process. The writing is top-notch without doubt, and the delicacy of those nuances never for once, let out of sight. I would gladly disregard the minor hiccups here and there - like the few attempts to bring in a smile in the otherwise somber proceedings - and hand it over to Vimal, for having played it out evenly, and through some exceedingly striking dialogue let it gently crawl under your skin. There are instances galore in 'Ennu Ninte Moideen' that make you wonder of their authenticity, but its common knowledge that the oft-discussed real life tale, has enough twists and turns in it that will leave any listener astounded! Love is more of an intellectual quest here, and the body is peculiarly immaterial, as their finger tips that remain so close and yet so far away, prove time and again. That it never did is another matter altogether, but what makes their tale so radically dissimilar to any that we have heard before, is that they never failed to let the sunshine caress themselves, as they hung on to a frail strand of hope.

Morris West would have been astounded at this fabulous account of waiting that goes on and on of two love stricken souls who never waited for the storm, but instead unwearyingly lingered around for the tempest that had engulfed them, to pass by.

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