Gautham

Gautham’s “Kaadumale” (2025) is wild, honestly. It’s one of those movies that just yanks you right in and refuses to let go. The story kicks off in a sleepy, rain-drenched village nestled deep inside the Western Ghats—think endless green, mist swirling through the trees, everything smelling like moss and old secrets. Gautham plays a young man named Ravi who’s basically lost in life, drifting between odd jobs, running errands for villagers, mostly just trying to avoid his own family’s expectations. The guy’s got this heavy past, something he barely talks about, and you can tell it’s eating at him. Then, out of nowhere, a weird series of events start shaking up the village. Strange animal tracks, weird noises at night, folks whispering about ancient spirits coming back to haunt them. Ravi’s the last person who wants to get involved, but he stumbles onto something in the forest—something that shouldn’t exist. Suddenly, he’s neck-deep in a tangled mess of local legends, missing people, and this eerie sense that the forest itself is alive and watching. The film doesn’t just do jump scares or cheap tricks. It’s more like this slow-burn, creeping dread that gets under your skin. Every character’s got something to hide, and the line between myth and reality gets super blurry. The visuals are stunning—lush forests, glowing lanterns, shadows that seem to move when you’re not looking. Gautham’s performance? Top-tier. He brings this raw vulnerability that makes Ravi totally believable. By the end, you’re left wondering what’s real and what’s just stories—maybe both.