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I love India. I love visiting India. I love Indian food. India is where I'd love to retire, if I could. The climate and culture, in many ways, are preferable to what I experience in Minnesota.
Some of the traditions upheld in India are horrifying, old world thinking, and just plain unspeakably wrong. These fill me with no love. This film showcases a big one. It has been a while since a film has filled me with such rage as this one did -- and even longer since one did so as beautifully.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Some films exist for pure mindless entertainment. Some exist to make you think. Some films can be entertaining and thought provoking.
This film is sparsely entertaining. That entertainment is usually balanced or canceled out by frustration. Our main characters walk radically different lives. One has Down syndrome and longs for the love of his dead mother. The other, is a workaholic piece of shit abuser whose wife and family left him. This film isn’t saying anything thought provoking. Well, at least…