But Aysha doesn’t let Luke off so easily. Having lost her driver as a result of the kiss with Luke, she can’t get to gigs. So she tracks Luke down where he works, and makes him a deal: he drives her to gigs, and Aysha gives him a cut of her earnings. Luke remains reluctant. He still has to deal with what happened between them, but Aysha persists. Luke is gradually pulled into Aysha’s circle, which includes her fellow drag queens going to the same gigs, and, eventually, to the realization that there’s an unmistakable connection between himself and Aysha.

What are the unicorns of the film’s title? The obvious answer lies in the fact that these days, the unicorn has become a symbol of LGBTQ culture because of depictions of unicorns associated with rainbows, a reference to the rainbow flag. But unicorns are also rare, mythical creatures, wild and difficult to capture, but also symbols of healing and grace.

We can see Aysha in this – not only with her identity as a drag queen (the surface level queer symbolism), but also in how she engages with Luke and his son, Jamie. One of the film’s most delightful moments is when Aysha meets Jamie for the first time, and Luke and Aysha take Jamie to a carnival. It’s another place where Aysha shines under colourful, glittery light – but this time, she is allowed to be playful, and it’s a moment where we see the troubled and trouble-making Jamie have a moment of joy.

And for Luke, who struggles to put words to the very mixed feelings he has, Aysha is a balm. When Luke runs away after realizing that Aysha is not the cis woman he thought she was, Aysha breezes back into his life, asking him to become her driver. Yes, there’s a negotiation that happens – and although Luke hesitates, he wants to take Jamie to Disneyland, and can’t afford it on his mechanic’s earnings. Aysha also gives Luke the time and space to figure out how he feels and who he really is – Aysha’s the rare creature that brings healing and grace into Luke’s life.

And Unicorns, the film is also a rare thing – a love story between a drag queen and a cis male mechanic that unfolds in unexpected ways. Yes, it touches on cultural expectations – what it means to be a cis male in working-class England; what it means to be a practicing Muslim as well as a drag queen. It explores the connections between us – between gay and straight (and the lines there that are blurred, like for those in the gaysian community who lead very different and conventional lives during the day). It asks us to think about what family is – whether it’s birth family, in the case of Ashiq, or found family, in the case of Aysha and her drag queen friends, or broken family, in the case of Luke, divorced and trying to look after his son.

The strength of the film clearly resides in its two leads, with Ben Hardy’s Luke and his constant internal struggle, and Jason Patel’s more complex role as gay, a drag queen and, as a Muslim still devoted to his family. Both actors give us fully realized characters, make us care about each of them, and make us care about their fragile love story. Each of them has questions about their identity, and the film gently navigates each of their journeys, how they slowly build a relationship, and how they equally balance their roles in their families. If I have any reservations about the film, I wish directors Sally El Hosaini and James Krishna Floyd (who was also the writer) could have tightened the story up somewhat, taking out a few elements that felt superfluous to me as a viewer. That said, their film is sensitive, funny, and ultimately charming.

In the end, family seems to be defined not by gender roles or societal expectations. It’s about who we love, and who we care for, and who we protect. Ashiq’s brother comes to warn him that people in Manchester are talking about him and to be careful. We know Aysha is getting threats. Ashiq’s relationship with his mother is so very tender and lovely – when Ashiq visits, he brings her eyeliner, and helps her put it on. When Ashiq returns home after being attacked, he spends time in bed with his mother watching Bollywood movies. And it’s Ashiq’s mother who makes the decision about letting Luke talk to Aysha/Ashiq. Does Ashiq’s family know about his identity as Aysha? The film seems to suggest they do, that it’s not something spoken about, and yet it doesn’t stop them from protecting their child. Perhaps this is the brightest unicorn moment of all, a rare depiction of an Asian Muslim family that goes beyond stereotypes. Unicorns, the film honours the unicorns in all of us, in our families, in our found families, and it tells us we are worthy of being our true selves, of loving and being loved, and that we are deserving of happiness and joy.

“Films are all I can think of every day. I’ll die in peace once I get to see myself on the big screen.”

Life is a funny thing. When you’re young, you’re busy all the time. You have responsibilities to your parents. You finish school, and you hustle to find a job. You date – maybe. You get married, either to someone of your choosing, or perhaps your marriage will be arranged. You’ll have children, you’ll work – and sometimes you’ll work very, very hard for many years. Then your children grow up, get married, have their children. Perhaps you’ll get to slow down a little, enjoy life a little more as you get older. Or, perhaps, you’ll find your spouse dies before you, and then suddenly, you reach an age where you begin to realize that you have more days behind you than you have ahead of you.

I think there is a point for many of us, as we age, when we realize that suddenly there are so many things left undone, so many dreams left unfulfilled, so much introspection, so much longing for the past, while at the same time trying to live the last part of our lives to the fullest.

This pretty much describes Muthayya (Sudhakar Reddy), the central character in Bhaskhar Maurya’s film of the same name. Muthayya is around seventy. He sleeps out in the field he owns and that he bought with his late wife. He wakes every morning, does his exercises, gets on his motorbike, goes to eat breakfast with his grandson, goes to make baskets. He visits with his friend Malli, who has a bicycle repair shop in the village. Sometimes, he and Malli drink together, or have tea together, and twice a week, Muthayya goes to the movies.

Because Muthayya is mad for movies and always has been. For him, the old movies were the best – “the songs, dances, dialogues – just extraordinary! Now it’s just random noises and silly dialogues.” Malli wonders why Muthayya still bothers to go to the movies if he finds them so meaningless. But for Muthayya, this is his chance to watch the acting of the younger generation, reasoning that he has to know how they act so he can know how to act with them one day.

Did I mention Muthayya is mad for movies? Muthayya so very badly wants to have a role in a film. When Malli wonders why he doesn’t just go to Hyderabad to meet a director, Muthayya reminds him that he’s older, his body isn’t as strong anymore, and it would be just too much for him. This is a reminder that sometimes our desires are more powerful than our bodies as we age. We might never be able to let go of those dreams, but we’re so less able to fulfill them as time rolls on.

And it’s not as if Muthayya had never tried to live that dream. He tells Malli about how, when he was younger, he’d decided to save up to go to Madras to try for a role in a film. He’d done it and actually managed to get the role, but his father died suddenly, and he decided to return to his village and support his family. And then he got married, and he and his wife both worked hard to buy their plot of land. But Muthayya couldn’t leave his love of movies behind, so whenever he managed to go see a film, he’d return and act it out for the village. Malli has never seen Muthayya act, and is skeptical about Muthayya’s chances of landing a film role, but one of the men at the tea shop tells him that Muthayya is actually a bundle of talent.

I have seen Bhaskhar Maurya’s film four times now – twice at festivals – and it never fails to charm. His writing manages to capture both the ups and downs of village life and of its inhabitants, and he creates a world where we are just dropped in and immersed immediately into the lives of these people. Karthik Rodriguez’s music deserves a special mention. With its folksy feel, it wends its way through the film and just underlines the structure of the film that, almost feels like a village play within a film – absolutely fitting for a central character like Muthayya who has a foot in each form.

Arun Kumar is great as Muthayya’s friend Malli. I love the fact that this is an intergenerational friendship, where each supports the other, even if, at times, they spat like school kids. Malli is in love with a local girl, and Muthayya nurtures his dream of marrying her, despite the fact that her father is set against it. Malli doesn’t always understand Muthayya’s longing to be an actor, but he makes videos of him on his phone, he rushes to find Muthayya when he discovers a film is shooting at a local temple, and his awe when he sees Muthayya perform the role of Daksha in a local stage play is palpable. “My goodness, old man,” he gushes, “I had no clue you are such a wonderful actor.”

But I’m not exaggerating when I say that the film’s greatest gift is Sudhakar Reddy as Muthayya. Reddy has charm and great screen presence, and when he puts on the costume of the Hindu god Daksha and steps out in front of an audience, it’s not just Malli who is mesmerized; it’s us, too. Perhaps because I, like Muthayya, am also still following my dreams, the story connected so very deeply, but I think Muthayya’s longing for his dream and his unwavering love of the movies will speak to everyone.

Are you wondering if Muthayya will finally achieve his dream? Then I highly recommend you watch this gem of a film. There are ups and downs and twists and turns on Muthayya’s journey, and it’s absolutely a joy to watch Muthayya navigate them.

I’ve known Hemanth Kumar, (one of the producers alongside Vrinda Prasad), for a long time. I know his absolute love of cinema and how the story of Muthayya must have resonated with him. Kumar and Prasad made this film out of a love of Telugu cinema, and they have spoken about the challenges to get the film made and in front of a public. It’s a little indie film filled with so much love and tenderness and respect, both for the movies, and for its central character, and it deserves a wider audience.

Muthayya is currently streaming on the ETV Win platform.

And the plot summary for Kill reads like so many other Bollywood films that have come before it. An army commando, Amrit (Lakshya) discovers that his true love Tulika (Tanya Maniktala) has become engaged against her will, and he sets out to derail the marriage, setting off on a train to Delhi (on which Tulika and her family are also travelling). But any similarities to your average Bollywood movie end there, when Amrit must battle a gang of knife-wielding thieves led by Fani (Raghav Juyal), who have been terrorizing the train’s passengers.

None of Nikhil Nagesh Bhat’s previous films prepared me for Kill. Perhaps the most violent of the three previous films I’ve seen was Apurva, but even there much of the actual killing occurred either off screen or below camera, leaving the viewer to fill in the blanks. And Apurva was a tough film for me to watch.

In many ways, though, Kill reminds me a lot of Apurva – the villains in that film went to loot a bus, and ended up killing the driver and conductor, and kidnapping the titular Apurva. In Kill, the villains board the train to loot and rob people, but they’re side-tracked by their need for vengeance, and Kill becomes less about getting the loot and more about dealing with Amrit. These are people who live and breathe violence, and sometimes their need for revenge is more important than “the job”. And Fani’s treatment of Tulika is not unlike that of Sukha’s treatment of Apurva – in the latter, the female protagonist is reduced to being called “Pinky” because of the colour she’s wearing. In Kill, Fani calls Tulika “ladki”, or “girl” – both of these women are reduced to being nameless victims of these men, maybe making it easier for them to inflict violence on them. And neither Apurva nor Tulika just take what’s being dished out – both of them fight for their lives.

The score, right from the first frames, is heavy-hitting and unrelenting, setting the pace for the film. There’s a small hero reveal, just like in a standard Bollywood film – Bhat draws briefly on Bollywood tradition and tropes, but his film pushes the boundaries of any Bollywood film I’ve seen, even the darkest, most action-filled ones. And yet, he still manages to show that he’s inverting tropes here. When Fani tries to justify his actions towards Tulika, he says, “I didn’t want to dance around trees with her,” another nod to the fact that this is not your usual Bollywood masala film. I really do wish he’d made more of inverting tropes, because the film benefits from these meta moments.

I like Tanya Maniktala a lot, having seen her in A Suitable Boy and Tooth Pari, but she’s not given much to do in the film – again, par for the course for a hero-driven action film, but still sad to see her sidelined. That said, though, she manages to hold her own, even if briefly, against Fani.

When we first meet Fani on the train, he actually comes across as very likeable, picking up a motorized car and smiling at the little boy he hands it to. He chats with someone on the train about the university he’s gone to, he seems innocuous – right up to the moment he isn’t. He begins a killing spree with the very man he’s just been politely chatting with, and his attitude is calm and workmanlike at first – as the film progresses, he becomes increasingly unhinged.

Fani’s creepy interactions with Tulika are very much like those in Bhat’s previous film, Apurva – they’re really hard to stomache, but they very quickly give us the true sense of this man, who will stop at nothing and kill easily, as well as goading others to kill alongside him.

There are many poignant moments in the film, somewhat of a surprise from a full-on actioner – Amrit watches helplessly as Fani tortures his fellow soldier, Viresh, and you can feel the emotions flicker in him in that moment. Viresh is a friend, and a colleague, but to save him would involve letting another of the thugs on the train go, and Amrit is making those choices in a split second.

The cinematography manages to capture the whirlwind of things going on in the train compartment, in those very tight quarters, but occasionally settles on one character or another, moments of relief for the audience. Yes, the film is hyper-violent, but Bhat wisely gives us a break from it to regroup for the next round.

The most poignant moments of the film are framed through the window of the train compartment’s inner doors, and they are actually heartbreaking – I didn’t expect these kinds of delicate emotions from a full-on genre film, and they’re a welcome touch, and another one of those moments where the film breaks away from the unrelenting violence and gives the audience a much-need breather before the action picks up again.

Like in Apurva, the romance track tends to drag the film down a little at first, even if it’s the trigger that sets events in motion. But unlike Apurva, Bhat keeps these moments to the minimum, trying to balance the emotional weight and importance of those moments for Amrit, pushing him to keep fighting to defeat the villains.

Yes, this film is violent, but honestly, it was easier to watch than, for example, a lot of Telugu language films, where the camera dwells on, say, a head or an arm being sliced off, and then shows the shot again and again. Kill’s violence isn’t on that level, at least until the last fifteen minutes of the film, which are absolutely brutal (I spent that time watching from between my fingers, trying to avert my eyes). I’m not trying to convince anyone who doesn’t want to watch a violent film to do so – but for those fans of hyper-violent action films, of genre films, Kill is an unrelenting, well-made whirlwind of an action film.

But it’s these persistent questions and, in particular, her concern that these days, everything is racist, that we call everything racist, and her pondering about what that even means, that set her on a path of research and discovery. For Wilkerson, “Racism as the primary language to understand everything is insufficient.” Wilkerson’s quest to understand racism, especially through the lens of caste, takes her from her home in the U.S. to Berlin, and then later to India, where she explores the life and work of Dalit politician and professor Dr. B.R. Ambedkar, and his legacy as a socio-political reformer in India. The film, as noted in its opening, is a dramatization of Wilkerson’s life and her writing process. These two strands travel through the film as Wilkerson researches and explores the many questions she has, while at the same time navigating personal loss and grief when following the deaths of her husband, then her mother, and later on, a beloved cousin. Out of unfathomable loss, Wilkerson plunges herself into the work that would become her acclaimed non-fiction book, Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents.

In Origin, director Ava DuVernay (Selma, 13th, A Wrinkle in Time) manages to take a non-fiction work of great depth and complexity and allow viewers to have some insight into the lives of people who suffer at the hands of systemic racism. Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor, as Wilkerson, shows us a woman both trying to escape from the profound grief she is feeling, but also confronting systems and issues in order to create a greater understanding of the issues surrounding racism and caste. In Wilkerson’s words: “You don’t escape trauma by ignoring it. You escape trauma by confronting it.” She spends much of the film following the steps of those who spent their careers and their lives in pursuit of answers. She ponders how Jim Crow laws/segregation in the US connect to the Holocaust, how the stories of Miss Hale and Al Bright, of Trayvon Martin, Rohith Vemula, of B.R. Ambedkar’s visit to Harlem and Martin Luther King’s visit to India, how they all connect, eventually, in what will become her Pillars of Caste.

The latter part of the film, where Wilkerson starts outlining what will become the Pillars of her book, are the most difficult to watch, as we see the victims of this system, from Nazi Germany, to the southern U.S., to India. They are described as nameless, faceless scapegoats, but the film gives them faces and names, gives them humanity, challenging us to see them even when we want to look away because the indignities and injustices they face are just so brutal. We must face what we want to deny, and this is the film’s strength and power. This is one of the most painful, and yet one of the most important films I’ve ever seen, and it’s a film that must be seen, must be understood. We must feel this pain, we must feel this sorrow, because this is the way that we restore the humanity of people who have been dehumanized by these brutal ideas that force people into boxes and strip them of everything that makes them human.

Origin is so dense, filled with complex ideas and information, and with subjects so heavy that they require, at times, an attentive and engaged viewer. But the film is also poetic and beautiful. After the death of first her husband, Brett Hamilton (Jon Bernthal), and then her mother (Emily Yancy), Wilkerson imagines herself lying on the ground next to them, everything covered with brown autumn leaves, and while she is left uncovered, they disappear as the leaves swirl down to blanket them entirely. It’s such a beautiful way to think about loss and grief, with Wilkerson unable to move, to do anything except beg them to stay, even when she knows they are already gone.

The editing is also, at times, inspired: Isabel heading into the airport to check in for a flight, and as she goes further along, the crowds become more dense, and the film seamlessly slips into the past, into Germany in the 1930s, where we hear the story of shipyard worker August Landmesser and his refusal to give a heil salute. Or in a scene earlier in the film, where Isabel’s mother looks out a window and sees clouds, and imagines a group of boys splashing in a swimming pool, expands on it, saying it’s a little league team celebrating. We’ll remember this image later in the film when we hear the story of Al Bright, much more impactful now that we’ve travelled this journey with Isabel to understand the dark side to her mother’s more sunny image. Certain parts of Isabel’s life are shown, and then we see a different or more nuanced side to the story as Isabel travels and learns, and her personal stories become intertwined with the stories she hears as she works on her book. Mirrors and echoes are found throughout the film, giving it depth, and cleverly illuminating what Isabel feels, or what she does, or what she learns and thinks as she does her research.

The film makes Isabel Wilkerson’s work even more present and even more important in a world where imagery from the past has been dragged into the present in order to fuel the movements of hatred and bigotry that seem to be increasingly present in our world. As a woman who Isabel pitches the idea to says, if you can make people see the connective tissue, between this contemporary hate, these hateful symbols, between Trayvon Martin, between Heather Heyer (struck down at a BLM protest), between the work of Dr. B.R. Ambedkar in India, if you can show people how all of it is linked, then that would be an incredible book. And she’s right: Wilkerson’s Caste: The Origins of our Discontents is a dense, researched, thoughtful and challenging book. DuVernay takes it and makes us connect with these ideas by rooting them in the lives of people affected by what Wilkerson calls the Eight Pillars of Caste that connect these people. Scholarly subjects like divine will, heritability, endogamy, purity and pollution, occupational hierarchy, dehumanization and stigma, terror and cruelty, inherent inferiority, and superiority – these ideas are made relatable through the stories of the people told as Wilkerson researches, and give us an emotional connection to make us understand these people, understand the consequences of these Pillars of Caste on the lives of real people. Origin invites us to sit with these ideas, to acknowledge these connections, and to reimagine our world in a way that honours the beauty and humanity of every human life.

Tamira and Sam were best friends as children, but reaching adolescence and heading to high school sees them moving in different directions. Tamira still embraces her home culture. Sam is a South-Asian American teenager bristling against that home culture. She wants to be – and in fact is, for most of her day – just an ordinary American high school student, one minute depressed, one minute happy, riding on the roller coaster of emotions that comes with adolescence. For Sam’s mother, however, that home culture is important; it lives in the memories she has of cooking with her own mother, and in her first language, Hindi. It lives in the tiffin she prepares for her daughter, who leaves it behind as she tries to shed that culture when she walks out the door and heads to school.

It Lives Inside is a textbook example of the teen horror genre, in which a young protagonist (or protagonists) engages in a fight against some kind of menace – a serial killer, a monster, a ghost. In this case, the film gives us the Indian pishacha, a malevolent, flesh-eating demon, that may also feed on human energy. For Sam, it also means returning to her home culture, remembering the stories she was told, using what resources she has, even turning to Google, to find out the significance of clues she has to the pishacha and how to deal with it.

The horror genre is apt for a teenage adolescent tale, where the stresses of that phase of life can lead to depression or anxiety and can manifest in different ways, and where It Lives Inside works best is in showing us not only the stresses of an average American teenager, but also in adding in the challenges of coming from a culture that is “othered”, where the differences in dress, in food, in language already mark the teenager as “not one of us”. Tamira and Sam come from the same culture, live in the same community, go to the same school, but their outlooks are different. Tamira sits on the outside, still embracing her culture and the things that make her different from her schoolmates. Sam, on the other hand, rejects her home culture. She understands that doing this allows her to fit in better, to be just another kid in this school, wearing jeans, sneaking out to parties, hanging out with a boyfriend. It’s not completely effective, of course. There is the example of the (white) girl who is amused to learn Samita speaks “Hindu”, and Sam has to correct her, and be nice about those mistakes from someone who is amused by her home culture, and who isn’t really interested in her beyond that.

For all its reliance on Indian folklore, though, It Lives Inside is not a deep film. Its execution is pretty much in line with a standard teenage horror film, with the soundtrack and the jump scares doing a lot of the heavy lifting. I also enjoyed the film more when the supernatural being is not visible, where we see its traces, but where we don’t really see it at all, and when it finally takes on a physical form in the later portions of the film, I was somewhat disappointed. My preference is always to rely on stories, the ones Sam knows from her mother, who heard them from her own ayah. I acknowledge that other viewers will disagree with me, perhaps finding the full weight of evil can only be measured when the pishacha’s physical form is finally revealed. But the film’s worldbuilding and the mystery Sam must resolve were entirely enough to keep me engaged.

And, ultimately, a story about a teenager learning to come to terms with her past and her present, her home culture and the world outside, comes down to the very real rollercoaster of adolescent emotions. The wisdom to never go to sleep with a heavy heart, never allowing the dark to feed on the emotions so present in adolescence: anger, hatred, loneliness, all the things every teenager, no matter where they live, goes through. In the end, to defeat the pishacha, Sam must learn to reconcile the two parts of herself, to listen to the stories of her family, to understand the reasons behind the rituals and celebrations that she has come to reject, to be taught the things she needs to know by her mother. In the end, though, Sam must find the courage to face the pishacha.

Dutta’s film encourages us all to think about who we are, what our place in the world is, and to come to terms with what lives inside.

And not just any heist: Vinny wants to steal the jar of “dirty diamonds” Mr. Juneja, Rina’s father, has stored in the safe in the office of his store. Further, he ties some lofty goals to liberating the diamonds, like paying for his aunt’s heart valve surgery. Disguises are organized, tools procured, and plans made.

Of course, this is Four Samosas, and not Ocean’s Eleven. Anjali has an overactive imagination and comes up with plans that are patently beyond the reach of the crew. Zak’s main contribution is to use his Bollywood acting/singing/dancing skills (for he dreams of going to India to become a star) to create a distraction in the store so that Anjali can take pictures of the safe so they know what they’re dealing with. Paru, despite her confidence in her IIT education, declares the job of opening the safe might take one – or two – or, okay, maybe three or four hours. The crew organizes disguises and sneaks into the store before it closes so they can be there overnight, giving them enough time (two, or three, or four hours) to deal with the safe.

Writer and director Ravi Kapoor’s film owes as much to classic 70s Bollywood masala filmmaking as it does to Wes Anderson. Muted, dry colour palattes (amusing that a place built on artesian wells looks so parched), 70s style balloon fonts for title and intertitle cards combine with glitter, and Bollywood style song and dance to create the film’s aesthetic.

But beyond this, Four Samosas is a film about identity, something not uncommon in many films set in the Indian diaspora. At the heart, of course, is Vinny – much humour is derived from the fact that everyone thinks he should have moved on after Rina dumped him, but it’s obvious that the relationship with Rina was something central to him, so much so that he literally loses his voice and confidence as a rapper. That doesn’t stop him, however, from helping other people find their own voices and identities – as he tells us in the opening voiceover of the film, “…maybe it’s a story about finding your voice again, after you’ve smashed it so deep down inside of yourself and made it so small and hard that even you can’t hear it no more.” Among the things he wants to do with the heist money is help his friend Zak find his place in the world, by sending him to India so he can become a Bollywood actor. Vinny has a younger cousin, Nikki (Maya Kapoor), who aspires to be a rapper as well, and her rhymes centre around her father’s pizza parlour, with Vinny encouraging her. Everyone who needs affirmation that their voice is important gets what they need in this film, even Vinny.

And then there’s also community identity. There’s the Revolutionaries crew, gathering signatures on a petition to turn an abandoned lot into The Independent South Asian State of Aisetra, something Vinny cannot comprehend. “If I wanted to live in South Asia,” he tells them, “I’d go live in South Asia.” Finally, the community talent show, The Little India Cultural Show, reveals itself to be fairly inclusive. Everyone who auditions – from Nikki, to the histrionic society (and their play about the Emperor Ashoka that gives the film one of its funniest running gags), to a sitar player, to Vinny and *his* crew , to even the saree shop assistant Pushpa, who never uses her voice – is accepted into the show.

Four Samosas shines precisely because it embraces its low-budget, low-stakes feel.

Not much has changed by the end of the film, but sometimes it’s more about the doing. Nikki reminds Vinny of the advice he gave her: “You have to find the little voice inside you and make it big. That’s your heart’s voice.” As Vinny tells us, you might get knocked down, but you still have to put yourself out there. And things are always better when you find your crew to support you – even if that crew is a motley group like the Four Samosas.

“Let’s just get through this,” Anamika (Kalki Koechlin) says brusquely as she pushes past her mother in the doorway and heads up the stairs to her old room. We understand very quickly that the relationship between Anamika and her mother, Sadhana (Deepti Naval), is fraught, and that Anamika had left her neighbourhood and her mother behind. But Anamika gets a call from a neighbour, Laxmi Natrajan (Bharti Patel) after her mother causes a fire while making pakodas. “Fire brigade?” asks Anamika. “Yeah, fire brigade, social services, social security, local council,” Laxmi tells her. Sadhana, we learn, is in the early stages of dementia, and will require a needs assessment, which she patently refuses to take. “Hey,” Laxmi tells Anamika, “I said come. I didn’t say it would be easy.”

And easy it is definitely not. Anamika finds herself caught between two worlds, the England she lives in which would see her mother put into a care home, contrasted with what would happen in a joint family in India, where she would remain at home, and someone would be paid to stay with her. Laxmi wants Anamika to wait for some time, to see how things go, but Anamika does not have time: she’s up for a job in Swizterland, and fully intends to accept the offer and leave. And Anamika discovers that being back home, with her mother, raises all sorts of issues, opens all sorts of old wounds, which her mother’s health concerns just serve to exacerbate. The two of them are cautious and prickly around each other. Anamika questions why her mother has so many highlighter pens, and wonders why she’s using a dictaphone for her music (for Sadhana is a well-respected Indian classical musician) when it’s not “traditional”. “Not everything we learned was correct,” says Sadhana.

One of the problems here is that Sadhana knows she has dementia, and feels she is still well enough to look after herself. It makes her angry that Laxmi has called Anamika. Mother and daughter must peel back the layers of their relationship and tease out what is true, what is false, what is illness, and what is not.

Anyone who has dealt with a dementia patient will know this is no easy task. In the early stages, patients just seem occasionally forgetful, and they learn coping mechanisms to both deal with the situation, as well as to hide it from others. This is understandable: what independent, capable adult would want to give up their autonomy, risk having to leave their home? And for family and friends, those early signs are often difficult to see until the moment when they can no longer be hidden. By then, it’s too late for patients to make the decisions for themselves on how their end of life will unfold, and it’s often overwhelming for family to understand and cope with decisions that need to be made quickly, usurping their relative’s independence. And there is also the guilt and shock of finally realizing all the little signs that were right there, and yet so easy to miss. Mom is forgetful? Well, everyone is sometimes, especially as they get older. Dad has misplaced his glasses again? Who hasn’t done that? It’s easy to miss the early signs of dementia, until things reach a point where they can no longer be ignored.

I have first-hand experience with the situation Anamika finds herself in, and from my perspective, Kripalani’s film gets this absolutely right. Sadhana firmly believes she is still well enough to stay in her home and look after herself. She is aware enough to know that she will need some kind of home care, but she is adamant that Anamika will have no role beyond signing for that care. But we also see that what Sadhana believes is not her reality. Anamika is awakened very early one morning to the sound of the front door closing, and she rushes out to find her mother walking down the street, dressed in a beautiful sari, coatless and shoeless in cold weather, having mistaken the day she is supposed to go to the BBC for a recording.

But Goldfish is as much Anamika’s story as it is her mother’s. She must come to terms with her relationship not only with her mother, but with the neighbourhood she has left behind, a neighbourhood that has changed as much as it remains familiar, a neighbourhood that is coping with the early moments of the Covid pandemic. People begin wearing masks. Grocery deliveries are organized as people are required to stay home. And neighbours look out for Sadhana, and pointedly note that Anamika only knows what’s going on with her mother because someone called her and told her. Anamika learns things about her mother she never knew, learns some of her mother’s secrets (because there are always things we do not know about our parents), and she must also let go of old wounds in order to move forward.

Goldfish is a challenging film, and especially hard to watch if you have experience with a loved one with dementia. And it works brilliantly not only because of the writing (Pushan Kripalani and Arghya Lahiri), but also because of the film’s two leads, Kalki Koechlin and Deepti Naval, who brilliantly inhabit this daughter and mother, with a relationship that is as abrasive as it is connected, that pushes as much as it pulls. So many moments in the film haunted me, but the one that made me cry was when Anamika begins packing her mother’s things, and she finds a notebook in which her mother recorded household expenses. Sadhana’s handwriting starts out neat and meticulous, but as Anamika turns the pages, her mother’s handwriting becomes, bit by little bit, increasingly illegible and unintelligible. It’s something I’ve seen, and it’s also a perfect metaphor for an illness that brings chaos into minds and lives. Whatever decision Anamika makes — for herself, for her mother – it will never be entirely right, nor entirely wrong. But it may be – to echo her mother’s words – just enough.

“There’s a saying in English,” Bhombol (Anil Chatterjee) says to his wife, Arati (Madhabi Mukherjee): “ ‘a woman’s place is in the home’.” When Arati asks if he really believes that, Bhombol tells her that he does, that he’s like his father, very conservative.

But for Arati, this is an important issue. Her household – consisting of herself, her husband, their son, Pintu, and Bhombol’s parents and sister Binu (Jaya Bhaduri) is struggling on just Bhombol’s salary. There is barely enough money to keep the household running, and when Arati hears that a friend’s wife has taken a job, Arati decides that she, too, must find employment. Her reasoning is that it’s not right for her husband to have to be responsible for this whole household.

Bhombol may be conservative, but he is not so traditional that he doesn’t recognize that something must be done, and he goes through the want ads with his wife, looking for something that will be suitable. But even if they come to the agreement to try this solution, it’s still one steeped in patriarchy. Bhombol is the one who goes through the want ads; he’s the one that finds the job that seems suitable and respectable; he’s the one who writes a letter for her to sign – she even balks at signing it herself. He also firmly believes that this is only a temporary solution — it will only be until he finds another part-time job to bring more money in. And Bhombol does find a job that might work, a respectable firm that is searching for smart and attractive women to do door-to-door canvassing, requiring her her to visit homes of people who are more economically stable, who have the type of money to buy what she is selling: an automatic knitting machine.

Bhombol claims he’s conservative, but he’s actually a bridge between two worlds, one more traditional and the new world that changes in Calcutta are bringing in. He must act as a buffer between Arati and his parents, who are angry that she is going out to work, so much so that Baba refuses to talk to his son for a long while. But even Bhombol has his limits: he truly does see the job as a stopgap until his situation improves, and he chafes at Arati’s success in a job that gives her confidence and, equally important, the money needed to both help support the household and provide some small luxuries for the family. Bhombol is the one who breaks the news of Arati’s job to his father, noting that times have changed, and people have to change to adapt to this new, more modern world. “I had no idea Calcutta had changed so much,” says Baba when Arati encourages him to go out to the park. And this is, in part, what the film is exploring: how Calcutta is changing and modernizing, and how some people (especially older, traditional, conservative people) feel very out of step and disoriented by changes that shake up their worldview.

Contrast Arati with Edith (Vicky Redwood), the Anglo-Indian girl who is hired at the same time. They are so different – Edith represents the stereotypical Anglo-Indian, viewed as modern, wearing Western clothing and hairstyles, listening to Western music. Despite the fact that Arati can only follow a little English, and Edith can only follow a little Bengali, the two of them find common ground in their job. Edith, precisely because she’s Anglo-Indian, is the one chosen by the other four saleswomen to talk to their boss (Haradhan Bannerjee) about earning a commission, something he doesn’t appreciate – he tells Arati that next time she should come, because she is properly deferential and polite. Arati must later defend Edith, who is fired after being off sick, precisely because their boss uses the Anglo-Indian stereotypes against her, believing her to be lazy and ill-mannered.

Bhombol’s willingness to adapt and change to the new world also has its limits. He tells Arati that his father, his mother, and their son are unhappy, and he wonders if Arati wants to go on making those around her unhappy, even if she has to sacrifice her own happiness and autonomy to do so. When the time finally comes to resign the job, Arati agrees to, but grudgingly. She knows she’s good at her job, so much so that she earns extra commissions and is considered for a position managing the other salesgirls. But even Bhombol must set his concerns aside when he loses his job, making Arati the sole breadwinner in the family. And when Arati finally decides to leave her job, it’s not because those around her are unhappy; it’s because of the injustice she perceives with Edith is fired. She hopes her husband will be understanding, especially as they needed her income. In the end, Bhombol is proud of Arati – even if he wanted her to quit, he at least is supportive enough to understand that what she has done – stand up to injustice — is more than he could do. Ray leaves us with a bit of optimism, though: as Arati notes, Calcutta is a big city, and surely one of them can find a job. In the end, Arati is happy because she and her husband seem to be united again, believing they both will be able to make sure their family is fine.

THE BIG CITY is screening in selected cinemas from 22 July. A retrospective season, Satyajit Ray: The Language of Film runs at BFI Southbank from 1 July until 31 August. You can find more information, timings and get tickets here.

Nightfall. Orchid pink and turquoise blue lights illuminate a roadside dhaba. A man – who we will learn is named Thakur – takes a swig out of a bottle, lights a cigarette, and then heads to his pink and blue Dug Dug motorbike, as a voiceover muses: “In the ashes of this cosmos, I have been seeking the elixir, but the light only knows, where the darkness is hiding. Just stop searching. Don’t go wasting your time. Only those reach their destination who have lost themselves in the lines.” In a bit of irony, Thakur risks his life swaying all over the road, not paying attention to those lines, and his destination ends up being a roadside billboard with the image of Jagudar PP Sharma on it – clearly a nod to magician OP Sharma. It’s not the fall from his motorbike that kills him, however – in one of the film’s many quirky moments, he falls over, puts his helmet on, and then is run over by a lorry. His body is taken away, and his motorbike ends up at the local police station.

The morning following the accident, the motorbike is suddenly nowhere to be found, and a search soon reveals that it’s back at the accident site. The police take ever more stringent measures to secure the bike, to no avail. The motorbike repeatedly ends up at the site where Thakur died, beneath the magician’s billboard. Thus begins the mystery of the motorbike, and the whole community begins wondering what the significance of it is. One shepherd tells the people who gather that he had a dream in which Thakur appeared, screaming that his soul was standing at the gates of heaven, whose doors are locked. Thakur, he claims, is afraid of being sent to hell instead, and the shepherd believes that the way to help will be to make a shrine on the spot where Thakur met his end, and to offer prayers for him. Pretty soon others in the gathering share stories and sightings of Thakur and the mystery of his Dug Dug motorbike. Slowly, slowly, the wheels are set in motion to create a shrine for Thakur and his bike. And like any mystical, spiritual site, people begin to seek out Thakur’s shrine, and everything expands and inflates like the balloon a peddlar blows up, his cart next to the shrine. Pretty soon there are businesses named after Thakur, and eventually there is a full-fledged religious site where there was once just a magician’s billboard.

Director Ritwik Pareek was inspired by the mystical and somewhat mysterious shrines of Rajasthan that he visited with his grandmother, and his film explores issues of faith, miracles and magic, things that have often find themselves bumping up against each other as people try to explain things that seemingly have no explanation. The film is incisive and charmingly irreverent, and Pareek places contradictory ideas beside one another and allows us as viewers to come to our own conclusions. The funky, jazzy music by the Salvage Audio Collective (whose most notable work is, perhaps, Zoya Akhtar’s film Gully Boy) provides a brilliant counterpoint to a situation that soon grows and expands almost out of control. Adithya Kumar’s cinematography, too, is glorious, especially in the film’s opening moments. And the film merits a careful viewing, too, to watch where Pareek slips little details in, such as the pandit who rides in a luxury car, who insists that God is not listening to people anymore because He’s tired of being offered sweets all the time. So much is said by watching the things that happen without much direct attention being placed on them, including the fact that there is one person in the community who knows the secret behind Thakur’s motorbike, but once things are set in motion, not even he can escape the influence of the newly sainted Thakur, who grants him, ironically, the one thing he desires the most. Is it superstition? Or is it a miracle? Dug Dug shows us that they are, sometimes, indistinguishable.

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21st March 2020. Many of us reading that date will be reminded of the moment, two years ago, when lockdowns started happening everywhere around the world, and this is the setting for Sameer Sharma’s charming short film, Master Ji. Tyagi sir, a biology teacher close to retirement, arrives home, his nose and mouth covered by a handkerchief. He quickly washes his hands, and tells his wife that it’s no longer safe to be outside. Over dinner, as his family talks about an outing, he insists that no one will go anywhere. The next day is the beginning of a lockdown. As in many places, education moves online, and Master Ji will have to learn how to cope with the very different challenges online learning places on both students and teacher.

Director Sameer Sharma manages to perfectly capture something I saw playing out online with the teachers in my circle – the struggle to shift from classroom teaching to online teaching, which require different skills and approaches to learning, while at the same time ensuring that students’ learning will not suffer. It’s a delicate balancing act that Tyagi sir struggles with, enlisting the help of his daughter until he can no longer interrupt her own online classes.

It is such a pleasure to see a film from director Sameer Sharma – it’s been such a long time since his debut feature film, Luv Shuv Tey Chicken Khurana, in 2012. Apparently, it had long been Sharma’s wish to work with Hindi film veteran Raghubir Yadav, and Yadav’s portrayal of an older teacher struggling with technology as he tries to teach online is incredibly moving. Yadav captures the bewilderment of someone who isn’t a digital native trying to come to grasp with the unfamiliar, his excitement at the possility that the lockdown will end, and his utter discouragment to learn that online teaching will continue for what seems like an almost interminable six months. We understand the frustration that even has him considering taking early retirement – I cannot count the number of teachers I saw online grappling with the same issues that Master Ji does, and some of them also came to the decision to retire. But there is a twist in Sharma’s film that sees Master ji coming to a very different decision.

Sharma’s short film is so tightly written and lovingly filmed, and Raghubir’s performance is so moving and nuanced, that it’s just a delight to watch this warm and uplifting tale that reminds us of what it was like for teachers and students at the beginning of the pandemic. Master Ji may have been produced as a Teacher’s Day ad for the Byju’s learning app, but it is a charming short film that is well worth watching.

Masterji was part of Short Films Programme Strand in the Satyajit Ray Short Film Competition 2022 and is available to watch at LoveLIFFAtHome through July 3rd. Find out more about the London Indian Film Festival here.