![]() ![]() As the film works its way towards a harrowing denouement (which can be somewhat anticipated), the way it methodically exposes the vulnerabilities of the common man-lacking both financial and political protective power-paves the way for the questions its raises. The completely unassuming texture of the drama, helped along by a meticulous sonic design that renders Nasir's universe all the more tactile, reminds us that his forthcoming plight isn't some out-of-the-ordinary exceptional event: but rather, it is the daily reality of thousands and could happen to any of us anywhere. It takes us along the daily rhythms of a man, with glimpses of his quiet desperation to save up enough to enroll his son into a special school and find treatment for his cancer-ridden mother, despite the flurry of unavoidable expenses. A spectre haunts Nasir, the spectre of religious intolerance: festering within the hearts and minds of Indian people despite their lofty personal ideals and claims of 'unity in diversity'. It is a moment when the film, so saturated with the din of everyday life until this point, must also take pause along with the viewer who's just been rendered speechless. While the opening shot is accompanied by a supremely beautiful rendition of the Azaan, as the camera surreptiously zooms in at an imperceptible pace, the closing frame is an extreme long shot that basks in the stillness of the night. Nasir is bookended by images of the titular character lying down unconscious, with each of them carrying vastly different connotations. ![]()
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