Clint

It is obvious that the makers wanted Clint to be a weepy little drama about a real-life person who died prematurely. The problem is that neither the gloomy setting nor the tasteless writing succeed in hooking the audience who is hoping to understand what's so extraordinary about a young boy who has sketched thousands of paintings and artworks in a short span of time and without any prior knowledge or training. Kudos for bringing the personality to our notice, but as a film, it is a profound failure as it misses the point. A few sequences showing the boy's artworks and a few other where characters rave about those artworks are the only times that the film focuses on the gifted talent. Other times, it's either the boy calling his father by his first name or random people visiting him to be ridiculed because our boy is arrogant and thinks the world revolves around him. The entire cast is responsible for the awful acting, which is further aggravated by Harikumar's spineless direction that mostly involves deadpan dialogue delivery and stationery gestures. Not even Rima Kallingal or Unni Mukundan could save this dull drama that moves at a snail's pace and mostly ends with tears. Clint will have no effect on you because the story is lost somewhere between the impassive screenplay, amateur acting, and terrible direction. Reading about the person on Wikipedia is a far better alternative. TN.