Jobin George

Alappuzha Gymkhana (2025) swings you straight into the heart of Kerala, where tradition and chaos dance together on the edge of the backwaters. Jobin George, the director, dives headfirst into a town that’s obsessed with its ancient gymkhana club—a spot that’s seen better days but refuses to die quietly. The place is packed with oddballs: washed-up athletes, gossip-mongering aunties, hustlers with grand dreams, and a couple of lovesick teenagers thrown in for good measure. The story’s got layers, you know? There’s this whole thing about the club’s future hanging by a thread, with a greedy real-estate shark circling like a vulture. Suddenly the club’s not just about sports anymore—it’s the last line of defense for the town’s soul. Old rivalries spark up, friendships get tested, and everyone’s got some hidden agenda bubbling under the surface. And man, the drama. The club’s annual sports meet turns into a battleground—literally and emotionally. You’ve got ancient grudges, surprise betrayals, and some hilarious mess-ups that’ll make you snort. In the middle of it all, there’s this underdog team everyone’s betting against, but hey, don’t count them out just yet. It’s funny, raw, and surprisingly tender. The backdrop is all swaying palms, monsoon-soaked evenings, and the kind of small-town energy that hits you right in the nostalgia. Alappuzha Gymkhana isn’t just about a club—it’s about fighting for where you belong, messy families, second chances, and the stubborn hope that refuses to quit.