Ignore the didacticism and you get a hard-hitting moral lesson in Kuruthi (Holy Slaughter), where one night a male-only family finds its house turn into a battleground between religious men and woman who are out to settle scores. Despite the lopsided screenplay, it's well-shot, has gritty music, and holds Mamukoya on an invisible pedestal as he rightly should be. I would watch this again just to enjoy him snap and talk the truth about the world that we live in.
