Beautiful! Insane! Beautiful! I cried.
Can NOT comprehend the ability to sort through pain and grief and anger like this turn the camera on yourself your friends your mom and try to craft art from it. I guess that’s what people have done for as long as whenever right?
Every time they smile instead of breaking down it breaks me!!! Theres some sort of tragic submission
Idk I can’t get over that this is a documentary, there is just so…
To me? An anti-thriller (aunty-thriller?)(my bad) in the sense that I was stricken with fear & nerves until the very end, anticipating each worst case scenario only for none or them to happen. It maybe did leave me wanting a little more the interactions at school & with classmates. But I had conjured up some pretty heinous possibilities so I will remain grateful that Talati drags us to the door but never leads us inside. (I made that up) (it’s meaningless)
when he calls her anila for the first time instead of aunty?!! My mouth? Agape! My eyes? Out of their sockets, absolutely crazy shit.
Incredible Colors/lights use as motif/climactic indicators. Absolutely mind-boggling that “trans allegory” has been used so much to describe this film. I suppose if you’ve come to understand allegory as the way a director explicitly lines up and dictates the entire length of scenes of the film to tell you something about the world or character they’ve created only stopping short of writing dialogue to say “I am X”. Anyway, I found this absolutely chilling and lingering in my mind and heart now a month after viewing. Beautiful & tragic & ultimately redemptive such as it goes.
