Sharrath Sandith's Parole is an experiment in nonsense. It has a story that sends out a wrong message in the name of kinship, is played out by amateur actors, and goes on for eternity at about 150 minutes, ultimately ending at a note that will make you cringe with pain. Mammootty plays a good man (as always) who wishes that only good happen to other people. But things go massively wrong for him and his family when he is wrongly accused of a sorry crime and is sentenced to life. It is how he tries to absolve his actions eight years from then by going out on a parole is what writer Ajith Poojappura uses to create what hardly looks like a family drama. It sets out to showcase how far a man will go to save his family's life, and ends up vomiting on itself. I don't see any justification in what the protagonist does here, making me question the makers' motivation behind spending so much money to produce this drivel. Except Siddique, Suraj Venjaramoodu, and in only a few sequences Mammootty, everyone else put up a very amateur show, which again highlights director Sandith's novice ways. Parole has been presented like a big drama that tries to impart values, but much like the question of righteousness we all had after watching Jeethu Joseph's Drishyam in 2013, the question asks itself here right from the start of the second half. I do not recommend Parole at all, even though it has a fairly watchable and entertaining first half. TN.
