R. Hari

Paru Parvathy (2025) swings between nostalgia and raw, messy reality—yeah, the kind of movie that doesn’t care about playing nice with your feelings. R. Hari, who’s got a knack for yanking characters straight out of life’s chaos, throws us into Paru’s world. She’s not your typical “heroine”—honestly, she’s a bit of a mess, stubborn, way too honest for her own good, kind of lovable but also infuriating. Her family? Even wilder. There’s an aunt who can’t stop meddling, a younger brother who’s convinced he’s a genius (spoiler: he’s not), and a grandmother who knows everyone’s secrets but acts like she’s above it all. The plot? It’s not just about Paru chasing some dream or love story. It’s more like she’s surviving—navigating heartbreak, friendships that are sometimes toxic but she can’t let go, and the kind of small-town gossip that spreads faster than WiFi. Every scene feels lived-in, like you could spot these people in your own neighborhood. The movie’s got this sharp humor, but there are sucker-punch moments too—grief, regret, a weird sense of hope. What makes it stick isn’t just the story, but the tiny details. R. Hari’s eye for the awkward silences at dinner, fights that end with slammed doors, laughter that covers up pain—it’s all there. Paru Parvathy doesn’t tie everything up with a neat bow, and thank god for that. It’s messy, honest, a little chaotic… kind of like life itself.