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After tea, Unni headed to his real job: an assistant director for a small-scale "new generation" film shooting in a crumbling colonial bungalow. The director, a bearded man in his thirties wearing a faded mundu and a Pulp Fiction t-shirt, yelled, “Cut! Unni, where is the rain?”

“Did you see? Mammookka dragged the villain through the paddy field himself. No duplicate. Athe ,” said Basheer, the auto driver, his chest puffed with pride as if he’d done the stunts himself. “That is why he is the Kaimal of our hearts.” kerala hot movies

The film was a slice-of-life drama about a family that loses their only cow. It was tragic, yet funny. The actress, a new face from Kochi, was struggling to cry on cue. The director sighed. “Unni, tell her the story of your uncle.” After tea, Unni headed to his real job: