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Taste of good cinema is a cultivated one. One sees good cinema and when a bad cinema is shown the choice is easily made.

I have seen bad cinema and my exposure to some gems have cultivated my taste for good cinema.

I am not talking about No Country for Old men or some other foreign language movies.

I am talking about Padhinaaru vayadhinile - the movie where characters came alive with blood, flesh and sweat of a Thamizh Nadu Village.

I saw Sigappu Rojakkal and was amazed at how a psycopathic misogynist can be sketched without using the black and white strokes.

I saw Raja Paarvai and was amazed at the success of a blind man’s love - and that of cinema too.

I saw Moondraam Pirai and was thrilled at how tender moments of life can be shown without burning them in the glare of arclight.

I saw Saagara sangamam and found how “True art …