I think this Indian movie is the best in recent years, better than Wrestling, Dad.
The first is acting. The male protagonist sees the master’s every moment of charming smile, cowardly male protagonist and so on. The acting is simply impeccable.
Next is the first half of the plot, which completely outlines the portraits of Indian sentient beings. India's severe and desperate caste system was thoroughly exposed.
The hostess seemed to be sympathetic but never stretched out her hand to escape. The hostess's radical resistance and apologetics were not enough for a ticket for the male host to go home. Compared with the bribes, which amounted to millions of dollars, all they did to the host Sympathy is cheap and infuriating.
All my life, in order to find a good host to serve, he worked so hard to flatter the host. After finally seeing the truth, I finally told the host that I want to blow your head. Then what? The host asked him to go home and paid for the round-trip ticket, nothing more.
The male protagonist repeatedly confirmed with his nephew that his grandmother only wanted to trap him in the chicken coop forever, and finally made up his mind to snatch the bribe even if the whole family was killed.
A sublimation should have been completed here, unfortunately, it is anticlimactic. The unskilled murder without struggle and the appearance of the real baby warm are the failures of the whole movie. It would be better if the script could be polished a little bit. What a pity. Movies are not novels. The language of the lens tells everything.
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