On AndhaDhun

Alright. I watched AndhaDhun yesterday and for the benefit of the five people still reading -- but mostly for my own benefit -- I have to write about it.

It's almost impossible to write about this movie without giving out spoilers. So let's first talk about the premise: Maybe a man is killed, maybe he committed suicide. Akash (Ayushman Khurana) may or may not be blind. These are both resolved early on, with definitive answers. But what happens for the next two hours is difficult to explain or describe.

Sriram Raghavan, who seems to be getting better with every film, exploits the thriller genre with a mind-bending, edgy, dark (yet darkly funny) script. His last was Badlapur (a fairly noir exploration of vengeance - both the act and the emotion, with two actors feeding off each other's madness) and I thought he couldn't get any better, but dear God - this one's quite a bit ahead of Badlapur. Yes the second half is definitely weaker than the first but it's a beautiful, almost poetic, watch anyway. It helps that the cast is stellar - Tabu is in form, of course, but the character actors (like Chaya Kadam) are especially brilliant.


What makes the film especially memorable is two things over all others though: one, the script and dialogue which may be the funniest and the most nuanced we've seen in a long time; two, the way the camera itself chooses to keep you in the dark for a moment, before letting you look out of the corner of your eye... and see. Over and over again.

This isn't one for streaming at home - it deserves the full cinema experience of a house-full movie hall, popcorn, an interval to wrap your head around it all, and the collective gasps of the audience every time a reveal happens. 

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