Selvaraj systematically deprives the couple of oral communication; awkwardness, hope, and fear all conveyed through brilliant acting and cinematography. Unspoken conversations enveloped in nightime urban landscapes, mirrored though the reflections of streetlights in rain puddles. Jarmusch-ian alienation laced with the sociopolitical backdrop of Italian neorealism. A nocturnal voyage culminating to a pivotal decision, expressed through a constant dichotomy; illusion, hope, and unconditional love opposing reality, melancholy, and lust.

arefeh three minutes into the film: oh wow they really are coneheads 

what i was not warned about was that i chose to watch this with a cats the musical enthusiast

my life would be so much easier if I could just decide whether ranbir kapoor is hot or not

/ cw /

ah yes, let’s use sexual harassment, self-harm, and domestic violence as plot devices on our thinly stretched script in order to pretend like we are making a point about intergenerational trauma