I Vaguely familiar with the infamous Verrappan death. I knew him only as the smuggler-terrorist with the iconic mustache who haunted the Sathyamangalam reserved forests until 2004. That’s, at least, what the media painted him to be. The documentary unfolds,through Veerappan’s own words, the events unfold, pulling you into a maelstrom of power, rebellion, and the silent suffering of the powerless. As the lines blur, you find yourself trapped in a moral labyrinth, standing on every side, your own ethics dangling precariously above the fray. It’s a suffocating space, demanding you engage with every perspective, every facet of truth. But here’s the twist: the documentary doesn’t offer easy answers. No grand pronouncements declaring Veerappan hero or villain. Instead, it leaves you grappling with the messy reality, where “All’s fair in love and war” feels both chillingly apt and woefully inadequate. Ultimately, “Koose Munisamy Veerappan” doesn’t provide an escape route from the vortex. It throws you headlong into its turbulent depths, forcing you to confront the uncomfortable truth: the world of Veerappan is one of shades of gray, not black and white. And that, itself, is a powerful statement.