Alone is a lugubrious and soporific exercise in cinematic futility that fails to elicit any semblance of interest or empathy from the viewer.
The film is also bereft of any plot, suspense, logic, or coherence, as it meanders aimlessly from one scene to another, with no discernible purpose or direction. The film is an affront to the intelligence and sensibility of the audience, who are subjected to a barrage of clichés, contrivances, and absurdities that defy all reason and plausibility.
The film is an insult to the talent and charisma of Mohanlal, who is reduced to a caricature of himself, mouthing platitudes and truisms that are neither profound nor relevant.
The film is also bereft of any plot, suspense, logic, or coherence, as it meanders aimlessly from one scene to another, with no discernible purpose or direction. The film is an affront to the intelligence and sensibility of the audience, who are subjected to a barrage of clichés, contrivances, and absurdities that defy all reason and plausibility.
The film is an insult to the talent and charisma of Mohanlal, who is reduced to a caricature of himself, mouthing platitudes and truisms that are neither profound nor relevant.