The characters - all of them -- evolve frame by frame, even bringing in one that all-familiar pimp (Babu Namboothiri) from 1987 whose benefactor was Jayakrishnan - the timeless 'Thadi Contractor'.
The questions, perhaps rhetorical, Anoop asks the viewers are:
What is morality ? Why should it matter ? Why is adultery of the mind anyway different from the adultery of the body ?
Through a treatment hitherto unseen elsewhere, Anoop takes us through a journey of the wannabe hypersexed Dhwani (Honey Rose) and Abdu (Jayasurya) who suffers from an acute case of Satyriasis that highlights the charms and clumsiness of the human body and mind. The uniqueness factor comes in where he brings himself to play the role of the widower who doesn't suffer through the irreparable loss, but content with the memories and the nature of true love.
P Jayachandran (as the protagonist's dad), P Balachandran (as the lawless wandering lawyer in search of his 1000th escapade), Saiju Kurup (plain old sex starved reporter) and Tesni Khan (a reprise as the Kanyaka from Beautiful) stands out in an outstanding supporting cast that weaves the story as elegant as a caterpillar weaving its silk cocoon.
I have not watched all movies made in India, neither have I watched all the good malayalam movies either, but this certainly stands out against many movies I have had the good fortune of watching, perhaps at the level of Padmarajan movies. John Abraham told the best stories in Malayalam, Padmarajan told that in ways common man could understand. Anoop in a few years will carve his own identity. This would be a movie to remember for ages.