The Godfather Influence on Dhurandhar and Dhurandhar The Revenge: Or Why Dhurandhar 2 Fails to Live Up to the First Part

(Mild Spoilers. I have tried to steer away from politics but with a film like Dhurandhar, you can only do that a limited amount)

Going into Dhurandhar 2 (or Dhurandhar: The Revenge as it is officially called), the comparison that came to mind was Gangs of Wasseypur, with both film franchises shooting both parts simultaneously and featuring gang wars for the soul of a troubled region. My belief was also strengthened by the sheer quality of the first Dhurandhar, which rivaled that of the first GoW. Watching Dhurandhar 2 though, for finding out the real inspiration in terms of structure and feel, I realised we have to go earlier in time, to a common source for both franchises. For Dhurandhar 2 clearly follows in the footsteps of The Godfather Part II.

The Godfather Part II‘s ingenious structure sees it act as both a prequel and sequel to the original film, with Vito’s story paralleling but also contrasting Micheal’s moral downfall. Dhurandhar 2 too starts out with a flash to the past and we are introduced to the man Hamza was before he became Hamza. Although The Godfather Part II followed a son and father, and Dhurandhar 2 follows the same person, writer-director Aditya Dhar keeps reinforcing the idea that Jaskirat Singh Rangi and Hamza Ali Mazari are two different people contained inside the same person. Both Vito and Jaskirat’s actions are generally presented as more justified, though because of Dhurandhar‘s political affiliations, it can’t follow through on Hamza’s downfall like Micheal’s. Though it would be naive to demand as much introspection as the Francis Ford Coppola film in Dhurandhar, a bit more doubt, a bit more internal questioning from Hamza would have made for a stronger story. As such, though the structure is similar, Dhurandhar 2 reaches for the exact opposite effect as Coppola’s film. While Micheal’s story contrasted with Vito’s is meant to symbolise his moral downfall, Hamza’s reign of terror is meant to signify the deepening of Hamza’s rage that was first manifested in Jaskirat. While Coppola intends his story to be a moral tale, Dhar’s film is a glorification of the manly codas of revenge and violent justice.

There are other ways Dhurandhar 2 is reminiscent of Coppola’s pair of classics. Hamza’s insistence on not dealing with drugs echoes Vito’s, while a late film flurry of killings is reminiscent of The Godfather’s famous baptism scene, with Rizwan serving in the Al Neri role. All the eye mutilations too remind of Mo Greene’s execution, bullet through glass through eye.

What Dhar can’t replicate though is the seamless storytelling of Coppola, which means Part II is the equal of the original  ( dare I say even supersedes it). Dhar, however, is tied to his ideology and his film suffers from it. I do not mean it in terms of the political stance the film takes but rather the need of the film to keep reminding the viewer of its “truthfulness” and its urgency.

Take for example, the key confrontations between Micheal and Kay in Part II and Hamza and Yalina in Dhurandhar 2. The former is a powerful, harrowing scene with Kay finally standing up to Micheal and Micheal getting angry and raising his voice, a rare occasion where the inner monster that is forming inside is let out. There’s a similar confrontation and confession between Hamza and Yalina, but any underlying tension the scene has evaporates as Hamza starts reeling of names and facts of terrorists and the innocent people killed by them, like in a debrief. It’s awkwardly placed and awkwardly played, like something Vivek Agnihotri might write.

Consequently, Dhurandhar 2 sees a severe drop-off in quality from the first part. After a magnificent beginning, it cannot wrap things up satisfyingly, unlike The Godfather Part II or Gangs of Wasseypur II. All the juicy gang war complexity that made the first part so heart-thumping and heady is absent here. Whereas in the first part much of the intrigue came from Hamza playing off SP Aslam against Rehman Dakait, or intriguing with his father-in-law, in a A Fistful of Dollars type way, this part just finds all the villains huddled together, sitting round a table. Consequently, Hamza seems to do little spying in the film. All problems are solved by just gunning down the problem. And that’s without getting into the fact that this film’s agenda-setting is much more transparent than the first one, which interferes more with the storytelling (and strains credulity many times).

There’s plenty to be enjoyed here, true. The acting is excellent all over the board, with Arjun Rampal, if not reaching Akshaye Khanna level (though it’s not his fault, its the film’s), in a excellent turn and Ranveer Singh being ol’ reliable. Some of the action sequences are nice, Rajat Bedi’s comic relief is welcome, and some of the twists are well-executed (the one at the interval is brilliant). But it all pales in comparison to the first part. There’s no standout villian like Rehman Dakait (Major Iqbal is provided some much needed complexity but, unlike the first part, he seems much more like a pawn), there aren’t many memorable dialogues like “Alam Doodh Soda” or “Kasainuma”, and the soundtrack is a letdown, aside from Ari Ari. While Dhar’s approach to punctuate his action sequences with high-tempo music felt fresh in the first part, here it seems to have run its course. Part of it is because the music itself is not up to the mark. But the problem is also that with so many action sequences, the songs start blending into each other. Some action scenes could also have been allowed to play out silently.

Ah well, at least it is leagues better than the other Godfather clone, Animal, and Ram Gopal Varma’s various Godfather fan fictions over the years.

Independent Spirit Awards 2025 : Winners and Who I Voted For

This was my first time voting for the Indie Spirit Awards and I have to say I enjoyed the process. It even led to a now abandoned project (though I did watch all the nominees).

Below are my thoughts on the winners and what my choice would have been.

BEST INTERNATIONAL FILM

All That’s Left of You
Director: Cherien Dabis

On Becoming a Guinea Fowl
Director: Rungano Nyoni

A Poet
Director: Simón Mesa Soto

The Secret Agent
Director: Kleber Mendonça Filho

Sirāt
Director: Oliver Laxe

Winner: The Secret Agent

Who I Voted For: Sirāt

The Secret Agent is a confounding phenomena for me. On the one hand I appreciate its dense story, the period detailing, and some of the sequences, especially the opening scene. On the other hand, the film couldn’t coalesce into a satisfactory experience. Despite the stakes being high, the film felt strangely bereft of tension, with too many disparate elements muddling the story instead of adding to it.

For my choice, I was torn between two fantastic films, Sirāt and On Becoming a Guinea Fowl. Ultimately, I went for the former because it stayed with me more. A truly visceral film, enhanced by the theatrical experience.

BEST EDITING

Ben Leonberg
Good Boy

Carson Lund
Eephus

Fin Oates
Warfare

Sara Shaw
Splitsville

Sofía Subercaseaux
The Testament of Ann Lee

Winner: The Testament of Ann Lee

Who I Voted For: Splitsville

I cannot be mad at Ann Lee winning. The film has exceptional craft, it was the storytelling that was a letdown for me. But the editing deserves the win, especially for the shaking sequences.

But for me, Splitsville, despite having less showy editing work, was the choice. Almost every second of the film’s 100 minute or so running time is an offering at at the altar of the joke gods. The editing makes sure the pace never lags, keeping the joke flow natural.

BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY

Alex Ashe
Peter Hujar’s Day

Norm Li
Blue Sun Palace

David J. Thompson
Warfare

Adolpho Veloso
Train Dreams

Nicole Hirsch Whitaker
Dust Bunny

Winner: Train Dreams

Who I Voted For: Train Dreams

I had half a mind to vote for Peter Hujar’s Day, with its gorgeous cinematography in cramped settings and one burst of the setting sun in the balcony sequence. It’s such a buzzkill that the film is about what it is, because the costumes, the makeup, and the cinematography create such compelling visuals. Especially in the balcony sequence I wanted to close my ears and pretend the characters were in a neo-noir a la The Long Goodbye.

But Train Dreams’ cinematography cannot be denied. It’s such a monumental work, wide in its scope and breathtaking in its capturing of the protagonist’s life, whether he is soaring in the skies or sawing a log.

BEST BREAKTHROUGH PERFORMANCE

Liz Larsen
The Baltimorons

Misha Osherovich
She’s the He

Kayo Martin
The Plague

SZA
One of Them Days

Tabatha Zimiga
East of Wall

Winner: Kayo Martin – The Plague

Who I Voted For: Kayo Martin – The Plague

I only changed my vote at the last moment. I had Liz Larsen penned in ever since I saw The Baltimorons. She gives a kind, warm, sometimes funny, sometimes motherly performance.

I also thought her film was better than Martin’s, which I thought was too indecisive and repetitive to leave a mark. But Martin had impressed me whatever opinion I had of the film and his performance only grew in my estimation. He plays the bully perfectly, combining the straight-faced bluntness of a child with a cruelty that is far beyond his age.

I thought he had no chance of winning. I thought the star power of SZA would triumph (she’s good too, to be fair). But this is the spirit awards, and for me, the best performance won.

BEST SUPPORTING PERFORMANCE

Naomi Ackie
Sorry, Baby

Zoey Deutch
Nouvelle Vague

Kirsten Dunst
Roofman

Rebecca Hall
Peter Hujar’s Day

Nina Hoss
Hedda

Jane Levy
A Little Prayer

Archie Madekwe
Lurker

Kali Reis
Rebuilding

Jacob Tremblay
Sovereign

Haipeng Xu
Blue Sun Palace

Winner: Naomi Ackie – Sorry, Baby

Who I Voted For: Zoey Deutch – Nouvelle Vague

I loved Sorry, Baby and I have no problems with Ackie winning. It’s just I think there were more commanding performances and ones more integral to the films elsewhere.

Nouvelle Vague was the very last nominee I watched and until then I had Hoss as my winner. But Deutch is so radiant in Linklater’s film I had to give it to her. She’s funny when mocking Godard, glamorous when playing the Hollywood starlet, cute when complaining about the lack of lines, and a doll when falling for Belmondo.

BEST LEAD PERFORMANCE

Everett Blunck
The Plague

Rose Byrne
If I Had Legs I’d Kick You

Kathleen Chalfant
Familiar Touch

Chang Chen
Lucky Lu

Joel Edgerton
Train Dreams

Dylan O’Brien
Twinless

Keke Palmer
One of Them Days

Théodore Pellerin
Lurker

Tessa Thompson
Hedda

Ben Whishaw
Peter Hujar’s Day

Winner: Rose Byrne – If I Had Legs I’d Kick You

Who I Voted For: Rose Byrne – If I Had Legs I’d Kick You

I mean, it’s a generational performance, and my fellow voters agree. What’s more to say?

BEST FIRST SCREENPLAY

Andrew DeYoung
Friendship

Elena Oxman
Outerlands

Alex Russell
Lurker

Syreeta Singleton
One of Them Days

Constance Tsang
Blue Sun Palace

Winner: Lurker

Who I Voted For: Friendship

Slim pickings in this category. But Lurker might still be the worst film on here. It’s just a shit Saltburn, but Saltburn itself was shit, so this is like an added layer of shit.

Friendship was a much better film about a man trying everything in his reach to remain friends with a much cooler man. It’s funnier, more awkward, and more unhinged.

Both pale in front of Twinless though.

BEST SCREENPLAY

Michael Angelo Covino, Kyle Marvin
Splitsville

Angus MacLachlan
A Little Prayer

James Sweeney
Twinless

Christian Swegal
Sovereign

Eva Victor
Sorry, Baby

Winner: Sorry, Baby

Who I Voted For: Sorry, Baby

An easy decision. This was Victor’s only win of the night and I am glad they got something at least.

BEST DIRECTOR

Clint Bentley
Train Dreams

Mary Bronstein
If I Had Legs I’d Kick You

Lloyd Lee Choi
Lucky Lu

Ira Sachs
Peter Hujar’s Day

Eva Victor
Sorry, Baby

Winner: Train Dreams

Who I Voted For: If I Had Legs I’d Kick You

It’s disappointing that nobody other than Byrne is getting awards attention for this film. Bronstein’s direction is frantic and heavy, creating the perfect feeling of dread and loneliness. The film feels like a panic attack from moment one and it’s my pick from the nominees.

That said, Train Dreams is not a bad choice at all. I think the opening half hour or so could have been better but that maybe more on the writing.

BEST FIRST FEATURE

Blue Sun Palace

Dust Bunny

East of Wall

Lurker

One of Them Days

Winner: Lurker

Who I Voted For: Dust Bunny

Again, I don’t get the love for Lurker.

I voted for Dust Bunny, which is inventive, clever, funny, thrilling, and fantastical. In short, all you want in a great debut feature.

BEST FEATURE

Peter Hujar’s Day

The Plague

Sorry, Baby

Train Dreams

Twinless

Winner: Train Dreams

Who I Voted For: Sorry, Baby

I mean Train Dreams is the only one also nominated for Best Picture at the Oscar so this tracks. And truth be said, I would love for this film to replicate it’s present success at the Oscars, over the current overpraised frontrunner.

But Sorry, Baby was the best film nominated this year and is just one of the best films of the year, period.

Final Thoughts

I got 4/11 in terms of my choices. But there’s only three I have a problem with, the two wins for Lurker and the international film win for The Secret Agent. But I loved that the Indie Spirits provided a respite from the usual winners that have dominated the awards season.

Reviewing Every Independent Spirit Award Nominee (2025): Sorry, Baby

Eva Victor (pulling triple duty as writer, director, and lead star) walks a tightrope in Sorry, Baby. This is a film about trauma, rape & societal response to it, sexual politics, and all those timely buzzpoints that are often the subject of oh so serious films. And yet, Sorry, Baby can be convincingly called a comedy. Of course, it is not haha throughout and there’s nothing superfluous about it. But there’s an easygoing vibe to the film, which could have turned the film into lackadaisical at best and offensive at worst in lesser hands, but Victor’s writing and directing is so sure that there’s nary a wrong step.

The protagonist of Sorry, Baby (Agnes) is a woman who does not want to be the defined by the bad thing (the film’s wording) that happened to her. She is a funny, confident, brash but in an endearing way woman. She doesn’t let the bad thing affect even her sex life moving forward. In fact, all the sex scenes in the film are funny (the bad thing is not shown).

But it does intrude in her life, no matter how much she tries to stuff it inside (she doesn’t even report it to the police and doesn’t want the perpetrator to die). The confusion it leads to in a person who is generally of an easygoing, warm demeanour who is ready with a quip for every occasion is laid bare in a startling, funny, and overall standout court scene. In her interview for jury duty, she somehow transforms a situation where she is the victim into one where she appears guilty.

Her sadness has outlets to compound through the reactions she gets from what are supposed to be her support systems. The doctor who examines her is straightforward to the point of insensitivity and misreads the situation by trying to match her quip for quip. The college representatives (she is a Literature student and the perpetrator is her professor) admit to her they only have limited power. Again, the film’s strange dichotomy comes into play, as these scenes can leave a viewer angry but also guffawing (I may struggle to suppress a laugh after hearing “We are women” are going forward).

But if there are unreliable and menacing people that surround her, they are outweighed by warm, consoling friends, strangers, and fuck buddies. Naomi Ackie plays her best friend and roommate, and she is exactly what Agnes needs in the aftermath of the bad thing. John Carroll Lynch has a lovely cameo, once again serving a reminder that the man most famous for playing the probable Zodiac killer is actually at his best in these fuzzy bear roles. Lucas Hedges as Agnes’ neighbour gives a hilarious performance and so does Kelly McCormack, a professional mostly outclassed rival, whose jealousies Agnes takes in an endearing and not threatening way.

Sorry, Baby will feel relevant to anyone who wants to be the funniest person in the room but also wants to be taken seriously. Despite its serious themes, it is a warm embrace of a film.

It comes in the wake of a swathe of weak #MeToo films, where Hollywood seemed obliged to address the issue instead of adding anything to it or to explore the varied reactions to it a la She Said. If The Assistant was the best film dealing directly with the movement, Sorry, Baby is something like a widening of the movement’s horizons, where the internal victories, of overcoming shame, guilt, even awkwardness, are given just as much, if not more, precedence as external victories. It’s telling that the doer of the bad thing is not shown anymore after doing it.

The biggest recommendation I can give this film though is that it is funny as fuck and comforting like snuggling with your best friend on the couch.

Reviewing Every Independent Spirit Award Nominee (2025): Splitsville, The Testament of Ann Lee

Splitsville

Despite boasting Dakota Johnson and Adria Arjona in its star cast (they also serves as producers), Splitsville barely made a mark in the cultural consciousness. With Neon’s busy slate, it is not a surprise, but it’s a damn shame because this is a damn great film.

Right from the off, the film establishes its raunchy and joke-a-second tone. A couple (played by co-writer Kyle Marvin and Arjona) struggle through the logistics of having sex in a car, while another car on the road careens off, leading to a woman in the car dying. That’s just the start though as every time you think the sequence has reached its high point, it just builds and builds, throwing one punchline after another.

That’s a feature of this film, where every situation is milked for its comic potential. The plot is somewhat sitcom-ish but it’s elevated by gags that, while exposing the inner frailty of the characters (they are all marred by one of the key jealousies of our tines, the knowledgethat your partner is sleeping with someone else), keeps its foot on the pedal and doesn’t let the joke to time ratio slag. Take for instance the fight between best friends Paul (director and co-writer Michael Angelo Covino) and Carey (the aforementioned Marvin). It involves pro wrestling submission moves,  a drowning attempt, and a mid-fight rescue operation for fish.

At its core, Splitsville is about characters who are less progressive than they think they are. They are out to fix what ain’t broke. This is especially the case for Paul, a man who is married to pretty much the dream woman, Julie (Johnson) and still insists on an open marriage. Perhaps they are in need for some experimentation and exploring (moreso Marvin and Arjona’s characters) but only to realize they have been with the right person all along.

Splitsville is a film that deftly fuses jokes about Hammurabi’s code and gaslighting men. And it is much better than Johnson’s other relationships-focused film of 2025, Materialists.

The Testament of Ann Lee

The Testament of Ann Lee is a heady mix of ambition and stellar craft that has the ability to fixitate a viewer into place. I was bolted down in my seating place, letting the rhythmic editing of the shaking sequences wash over me. I was awed by the costumes, the music, the acting, the production design, and the general sweep of the project.

And yet, the team behind Ann Lee hasn’t quite pulled it off. I found myself reminded of the The Brutalist, by the same writing team but with Brady Corbet directing instead of Mona Fastvold, a film were I was similarly impressed by the craft but felt let down by the storytelling. Both films are sure of their own greatness and while I think that’s a good thing in how sure the films feel, I wish I could partake in this perceived greatness too.

But, Ann Lee is good when it’s good. This is particularly the case in the Shakers numbers. It’s hard to think anyone amassing followers practicing strict celibacy, but the shaking sequences convince that yes, this could be something that people would want to take part in willingly. As they swirl and sing and strain, these Shakers become downright orgasmic, perhaps finding here what they cannot in sex.

The film is helped greatly by Amanda Seyfried’s performance as Ann. She is convincingly both when she is feeling helpless (a too on-the-nose scene where her husband has sex with a prostitute right in front of her is rescued by Seyfried’s acting), and when she is feeling confident (the scene on the boat). She is provided ample support by Lewis Pullman, following her sister along no matter where she heads, even if it means making life-altering sacrifices.

The film looks magnificent. The cinematography deftly captures both Revolutionary War-era US and the dilapidated state of things back home in Manchester. Even the informational slides in between scenes, and in the end credits, are done with verve.

Where the film fails is in its template-like storytelling. However, Fastvold wants to disguise it, she is directing a conventional (if not in approach then in plot) biopic. The film simply does not wade deep enough in the mires of Ann Lee’s life and movement.

See, for instance, the almost flippant way it deals with Ann Lee’s four children dying. It also doesn’t devote much time as to how Ann became a leader in her religious movement.

And yet, perhaps the biggest problem I had with the film was the narration. I kept waiting for it to take an ironic tone or perhaps have the narrator (played by Thomasin McKenzie) take a more personal inflection. Instead, it is the most unnecessary use of narration in a film I’ve seen in quiet some time. Perhaps some should be watching the Brian Cox scenes in Adaptation unironically?

Still, the stylistic flourishes and exceptional imagery make the film worth seeing. I just think it’s less than the sum of its parts.

Reviewing Every Independent Spirit Award Nominee (2025): Eephus, Good Boy

Eephus

Eephus is a film you can’t hate. This is a film about a ragtag bunch of town residents playing one final game at their beloved baseball pitch before it is converted into a school. The film keeps its approach modest, and any grandstanding message about this baseball game being their refuge or their reason for going on are to be inferred, as the film doesn’t do preachiness like this.

But is it a film you can love? Many have, but for me the final experience was more pleasant than invigorating. I have interacted with players like this (not while playing baseball) and the film captures both the appeal of team ballgames but also how your fellow players can make the experience a drag.

A Eephus is a deceptively slow delivery in baseball. But Eephus the film is deliberately slow pace, unfolding over a single game of baseball. That comes with some funny and endearing moments, my favourite of which might be an onlooker remarking how he has been watching the game for three hours and still is not sure he understands the rules.

But that also means the film is uneven and drags at times. It never leaves too far off its pleasant trail but there’s a time when the ragtag group starts grating a bit. There also aren’t many high points, with the funny moments not exacting more than a guffaw, while the emotional scenes are not allowed to detract too much from what is ultimately supposed to be a fun film.

But as I said, Eephus is not a type of film you can be mad at. But you can’t go in expecting too much either.

Good Boy

Good Boy came about through a lot of effort. Wrangling film crews around to get the reaction of the dog (100 years ago the dog would have been put into so many dangerous situations), not using substitutes, filming from low angles, working with a tight budget, were some of the film’s hurdles.

However, just because a film took a lot of effort to make, and that effort shows onscreen, does not mean the film is worthwhile. Because the makers have encased their novel concept with the most cookie-cutter story and scares. Just because you’re filming from the dog’s POV does not mean you are absolved from creating a scary atmosphere or a visual language that can generate fright. 

Is the dog’s owner his tormentor or is he himself being tormented by his ancestors, thereby affecting Indy (the dog) too? By the end of the film you don’t care and I’m not sure director Ben Leonberg does either. There’s an arrogance in the film, that it will coast along on the strength of its concept alone. So in love is the film with it that it doesn’t even show a human face (aside from those glanced on TV).

Perhaps the myriad of acclaim the film has received is a reflection of viewers’ liking for the dog, because I can’t imagine any of the scares are worthy of mention. If you’re still stuck on dark presences climbing up stairs or stereotypical horror film noises, well, then you’re not crafting anything fresh, no matter how high concept the conception.

Good Boy is the worst film I have seen in the course of the project and though there are still a fair few films to go for me to complete the set, I don’t think I’ll see a worse film.

Reviewing Every Independent Spirit Award Nominee (2025): Warfare, Train Dreams

Warfare

I’ll admit upfront that I am not a fan of Alex Garland’s films, whether he be a writer or director. The fact that he was only co-directing this one didn’t mean much beforehand because, as I said I don’t even vibe with films he only serves as a writer.

However, it seems co-director Ray Mendoza may have had more of an influence than I thought. He was involved in the conflict depicted in the film and has put forward a very authentic-looking film.

From interviews, it seems that Garland could have only handled the technical aspects. Regardless, this is my long-winded way to say I thought Warfare was much better than I anticipated it to be.

Much of that is due to the film’s exceptional first 45 minutes or so. The tension builds and builds, with the lack of score making the imminent threat even more menacing. The soldiers (played by D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai, Will Poulter, and others in an ensemble cast where star power or name listing is no guarantee you necessarily have a meaty part) try to keep a normal facade, but when one of the gunners misses his shot to take down his counterpart, the stakes are raised higher.

This anticipatory opening act is the film’s high point. Once the warfare actually starts, it is engaging enough but it’s not anything we haven’t seen before. It is better than dreck like Michael Bay’s Benghazi film for sure, but it doesn’t improve on works like Black Hawk Down and doesn’t approach the level of masterful like The Hurt Locker.

This is without even going into the politics of the film. The makers and some of its defenders will say it doesn’t have any. But it seeps through whether or not a film’s makers intended it or not, especially if it’s a war film. Early in the film, the troopers take over a Iraqi home where two families live and that’s where most of the film’s action happens. In the process, the home is destroyed, the families are traumatised (including children), and two Iraqi translators who are helping the US army are killed. And yet, the film barely spares a thought for them. Even the extensive end credits, where the real life counterparts of the actors are shown, is bereft of them.

The filmmakers have strived to corroborate the actions in the film from at least two sources and Mendoza says he made the film as a tribute/recap for Elliot Miller (who has no memory of the events). Even with these caveats however, the way the film disregards its Iraqi characters smacks of American exceptionalism. In a way, the film suggests Iraqi lives are less worthy to be remembered or mourned.

Still, the film’s remarkable opening waiting sequence (and that perfectly lit fuse that kicks up the film’s action) are reason enough for it to be counted among the better military-focused films from Hollywood recently.

Train Dreams

Terse and elegiac and profound, Train Dreams sweeps through it’s narrative with a grace that has seen it earn comparisons to Terrence Malick. It follows Robert Grainier (Joel Edgerton, quiet, stoic, and winning in his restraint), the archetype of the worker, sawing logs for a living. As the voiceover informs he does not see the coast in his life and his life is not of the typically extraordinary kind that is so often the focus of films. But this film is proof that any story and any life can be be grounds for scintillating cinema.

Having said that, the film does take a while to find its footing. I especially take umbrage with the way one of Grainier’s coworkers (who is Chinese) is dealt off with. While the surprise is part of the equation (it is never clear why the white men do what they do), in a film with such understated camerawork, the way it is shot is brazen. It’s one of the only moments in the film where Grainier drops his calm demeanour and it is a somewhat grating experience. Couple that with a few hurried sequences (especially the initial stages of his romance with his wife, played by Felicity Jones) and I felt the film had got off on the wrong footing.

All of these problems are dispersed with the arrival of Arn Peeples, played by William H. Macy with an eccentricity that is quickly endearing. However, he is also a character wise in his own ways, and serves as an unlikely companion to Grainier. He inserts a much-needed dose of humour and pathos and from this point on, the film is a smooth ride. Even the narration quality picks up around this time.

Train Dreams contains many stellar scenes and sequences. There’s the scene where a fellow logger is killed by a person who calmly asks where he can find him and just as calmly executes him, in an act of revenge. He then, in a priest at a wedding tone, asks if anyone has objections to what he did and if not it would be the last they see of him. Nobody does, because these logging units are inherently passive, but also because they understand the motivation for the revenge and it fits in the informal code that men design for themselves.

There’s moving scenes of men who have died being marked on trees so that they are not forgotten. The closing stages are some of the film’s best, reflecting on a life that has its share of tragedies and regrets, but has also been filled with people who have enriched it. His logging days gone (Grainier is a saw man and cannot operate well the new machinery), he still lives a life of quiet dignity. Towards the end, he takes on a completely new experience. Grainier’s life maybe simple but it is not stagnant.

All of this is aided by magnificent cinematography, perhaps the year’s finest. The forests where Grainier goes to work are beautifully captured. The nighttime scenes, lit by campfire and lamps, are gorgeous to look at.

We are informed near the end of the film that one of the train tracks, worked on by Grainier, is no longer in use and has been surpassed by a different one. Still, in its time it transported and stored, thousands, if not millions, of people’s dreams and hopes. It may be a relic of the past, but in its own way it shaped the America of today.

In a similar way, men like Grainier shape the world in their own way, however small thier contribution. Train Dreams is an elegy to the humble man.

Reviewing Every Independent Spirit Award Nominee (2025): Blue Sun Palace, Dust Bunny

Blue Sun Palace

Blue Sun Palace arrived with some acclaim when it debuted on the festival circuit but I was unconvinced throughout. The opening scene, and the first about half hour really, are not too shabby. Cheung (Lee Kang-sheng) and Didi (Haipeng Xu) are a makeshift but somehow functioning couple, he having a wife back in Taiwan and she being a massuer, who sometimes tips over to the naughty kind.

However, it is after the inciting incident at the centre of the film that it takes a nosedive. Perhaps the director wanted to convey how the lives of surrounding people after an act of violence can become pointless (or that’s how they themselves perceive it) but the plot itself starts drifting to the point of pointlessness. Nothing held the frayed story in place, not the acting and not the cinematography (though it is impressive).

You can feel the film striving for tenderness but the end result is more stale than piquant. There’s a second incident of violence later in the film that is sensational enough in isolation but by that point any interest the film holds has evaporated.

All the food looks nice though.

Dust Bunny

Adults always tell kids to listen to what they say or they will get hurt. Dust Bunny flips that equation as adults not only get hurt when they don’t listen to kids (or rather a single kid) but actually get killed.

Aurora and her ‘intriguing neighbour’ (the cute  Sophie Sloan and the even cuter Mads Mikkelsen) are tormented by…..that’s actually the crux of the film. After her parents’ death (shown offscreen), the neighbour belives they are being targeted by a cabal of assassins coming for him, while the girl believes it is actually a monster destined for her.

For a while, the film plays this two conflicting realities equally. We have seen enough of these stories, we know the film can cop out with it was all in the head at any time. But this is a film of pure conviction, and flows along well enough that any outcome is acceptable.

It is directed with verve, full of cutesy dialogue and imagery, but also startling violence and retribution. The central duo is supported by Sigourney Weaver, in her best recent performance. The dialogue is snappy, getting important plot points across through quips rather than long-winded exposition.

The visuals are alive and enthralling, ranging from a Chinatown-set battle with demons to Aurora’s apartment, brightly lit but with a corner of darkness in every frame.

Oh, and did I mention its a kids movie? Its somewhat dark subject matter and violence may preclude some kids from the audience but it’s riot for everyone else.

I have not seen any of director Bryan Fuller’s TV series, but if he keeps directing films of the same quality, a full-time transition to the big screen will be good news.

What do Shoojit Sircar and Philip Roth have in common?

Well, aside from them being great artists?

Both have released works that document a procession of surgeries as a narrative frame, I Want to Talk for Sircar and Everyman for Roth. And both have, I am sorry to say, produced uncharacteristic weak efforts. Talk is easily Sircar’s worst film, while I haven’t read enough of Roth’s work to declare Everyman his worst work (although I would be truly disappointed if he has written anything worse than this).

Hospitals and surgeries are miserable things and when enveloped in a miserable story, they become more miserable still. I Want to Talk is a shrill film, filled with snatches of cringe humor (anything to do with Johnny Lever, but some of the hospital scenes too carry this unfortunate strain), mildewy pathos, a supposed clash of cultures between traditional Indian Dad Abhishek Bachchan and daughter that never escapes the confines of caricature, and worst of all, a wrong reassurance that what the film is presenting is worthwhile just because of its subject matter. I paused and checked twice whether this film was actually directed by Sircar. Never in my life did I think I would struggle to finish a Sircar film.

Everyman is somewhat better, but it contains gems like this.

Roth’s novel never succeeds to take off. The protagonist feels like Roth was ticking off a checklist of Roth-isms. He has much in common with protagonists in novels like Sabbath’s Theater, but he’s missing the charm that makes them memorable. ‘Show don’t tell’ is a supposed to be a byline for films, but reading Everyman, you wonder if it sometimes needs to be applied to literature as well. It is of course, a deliberate choice by Roth to frame his narrative around the protagonist’s peripheral characters, but that means he never emerges as a whole character to root for, or to forgive his trespasses. When he bemoans his sons not understanding him, you would have liked to know what his arguments are for his sons being wrong. Roth simply tries to portray his protagonist as too pitiful, uncharacteristically for a writer known for having a level-headed approach to even the most craziest and kinkiest of central characters.

Regardless, when one thinks of Sircar or Roth, these are hardly the titles one will think of. For myself, I’ll chalk them up to the occasional failure and continue enjoying Sardar Udham or The Human Stain or anything else of their myriad filmo/bibliography.

Things You Only Notice About The Godfather When Watching It for the 450th Time

I was finally able to watch The Godfather on the big screen* for the first time and noticed some things (perhaps new only to me) that had not gotten through even after watching it so many times.

  1. All the big names in the cast get all the deserved credit but Salvatore Corsitto has such a crucial role to play, setting the tone and pace for the whole trilogy.

He’s agitated but keeps it under control. His anger threatens to spill over but he is composed. He so simply lays out that the last desperate thing he will do, he will do it for his family. It’s a theme that recurs throughout the whole trilogy, not the least for the man sitting opposite him.

2. The first transition from the darkened room to the wedding celebration is jarring. Gordon Willis’ revolutionary cinematography has kept us in the dark throughout (sometimes entire sides of a face are obscured by darkness) and then the gaudy wedding hits you, with its sunshine and loud music and the big crowd and the cacophony of noises.

3. As the baker promises, the cake is indeed enormous.

4. Sonny seemed weirdly competent this time. As Vito goes to the hospital, Sonny and Tom Hagen are the two in charge. While Hagen is seen as the voice of the reason, later Micheal adopts the same ultra-aggressive strategy as Sonny and Hagen is seen as not fit to be a wartime counsellor. My opinion of Sonny changed from a buffoon to charismatic but hot-headed, both to a fault.

5.

That’s Sofia! She’s the child being baptized in the iconic baptism scene.

6. Al Pacino’s performance is a tour de force and each viewing reveals nuances in his acting. On the big screen, I was struck anew by how much control he exhibits while still letting a whole range of emotions play across his face. When other actors try it, they come off as wooden. But Pacino’s face is always expressive, the lips upturned, the eyes not dead but steely. It’s no wonder Pacino gave up on this style after Part II. It must be hard to project that iron will every time you are on screen.

7. There’s only one reference to Sonny’s gifted manhood. This is just as well. For those of us who have read the book, the frequent references to Sonny and his mistress’ genitals (an entire subplot included) is awkward and unnecessary.

8. The Corleone kids are the epitome of innocence and purity. When Vito comes back from the hospital, his grandkids are the first to interact with him. Coppola does not depict them as wise beyond their years because of their association with a crime family. Instead, they are very much shown as sheltered. This also goes well with Vito’s determination to stay out of drugs for the sake of kids.

9. Al Neri pretty much takes Luca Brasi’s place as the family’s enforcer. Except he does not stick out like Brasi does. He is more of a methodical killer, which is in line with the master he serves. 

10. The Godfather is just as good the second, tenth, 100th, 450th, or millionth time of watching as it is the first time.

*Customary fuck you to the Indian Censor Board for deleting some shots.

Picks for the NYT: My 10 Best Films of the Century

So, the New York Times has asked readers to vote for the best films of the 21st century (here) and I voted myself. Here are my picks, along with the alternatives that nearly knocked them out, which is my roundabout way of presenting my top 20.

1. Dogville (dir. Lars Von Trier)

If you ask me what is a film you wish you had made, this is my answer. It is an intoxicating blend of formal rigour, storytelling bravado, bold-faced theme-tackling, and ideological dissonance. As I sat awestruck, I recognized I would never look at film the same way again.

Alternative

Dancer in the Dark (dir. Lars Von Trier)

Von Trier makes variations on the same story, but manges to spruce them up with a different conciet every time. While in Dogville, it was buy-into-this-if-you-can provocation (both in terms of the story and the Brechtian bare soundstage setting), here it is a musical that both plays homage to them and makes fun of them. Björk delivers perhaps the greatest performance ever by a non-actor.

2. Volver (dir. Pedro Almodóvar)

I wrote my first piece of film criticism after watching this film (unreadable). The emotional wringer the film put me through had such an effect that, with a tear in my eye, I grabbed the nearest person I could find and expounded in incoherent terms the impact it had on me. I bit his ear off until he made up an excuse to leave the house. Didn’t matter, I could have talked to the wall about my fasnication with Volver. And I did.

Alternative

The Piano Teacher (dir. Michael Haneke)

It was a tossup for me whether to go with Almodóvar’s best or Haneke’s best of the century. All of the films I have mentioned thus far have been anchored by exceptional lead performances, but perhaps none is equal this century to Isabelle Huppert here. A parade of degradation underpinned by startling vulnerability, a film where the lines between tough love and hate blur and then disappear. 

3. Certified Copy (dir. Abbas Kiarostami)

The rare film where your interpretation of it can change from scene to scene. Kiarostami draws you in slowly and before you can know it you are surprisingly lost but fully intrigued.

Alternative

Before Midnight (dir. Richard Linklater)

Another film about a couple bickering, this one more straight-laced than Copy, but no less effective. As much as I would like to see Jesse and Celine return, I think this is a great ending. Open-ended (hey, again a little bit like Copy) and a direct refutation of happily ever after, to me it is the best film in the trilogy. That hotel room scene is still entrenched in my mind.

4. Once Upon a Time in Anatolia (dir. Nuri Bilge Ceylan)

Expansive, remorseful, weary, and tense, rare is a film that builds mood like this film does. You could watch this film with the subtitles and audio off and still come away with appreciation. Anatolia’s picturesque cinematography and ruminative ending are hard to shake off.

Alternative

About Dry Grasses (dir. Nuri Bilge Ceylan)

I avoided anything too recent and I do think Anatolia is Ceylan’s best, but Grasses is another hard film to shake off. Instead of a thriller narrative and sprawling cinematography, this film is more talky and enclosed in small spaces but is no less brilliant.

You can find me raving about the film here.

5. Gangs of Wasseypur (dir. Anurag Kashyap)

Hey, gotta have that Indian representation right? I could think of no better representative for Bollywood than Gangs. It combines old-school masala populism with more indie methods, creating a bloody, violent, but still funny and sometimes even tender saga. Malfunctioning gun to my head, I would probably pick Part II if you were to split these into two like for the Indian release. But I am glad it is just one film for international purposes, because both parts are brilliant.

Alternative

Raman Raghav 2.0 (Anurag Kashyap)

Wasseypur is my definite choice, but Kashyap will give you a lot of options. There’s the griminess of Black Friday and Ugly. There’s the elliptical No Smoking. There’s the more classical mastery of Dev D and Gulaal. But the film that stuck in my craw the most is this one. His dirtiest, grimiest, sleaziest, most represhensible film and all the better for it.

6. The Master (dir. Paul Thomas Anderson)

Featuring two fiery performances from Joaquin Phoenix and Philip Seymour Hoffman, and a quiet but no less ferocious turn from Amy Adams, The Master is a perfect concoction of cinematic brilliance, as heady as any Phoenix in the film itself drums up. Some scenes startle, like the shouting in prison scenes or the initiation scence, while some are just heartbreaking, like the finale.

Alternative

Knight of Cups (dir. Terrence Malick)

The greatest disservice you can do to Terrence Malick’s oeuvre is grouping To the Wonder, Knight, and Song to Song together. They of course share similarities and were shot in the same way, but are so distinct, not only in terms of subject matter but also in terms of quality. Wonder is like a quiet kid, nothing majorly wrong with it but hard to love. Song is like a wild party hosted at an upscale house by usually self-serious people, kinda fun but ultimately a drag. But Knight of Cups? It hits just the sweet spot between funny, profound, ridiculous, heavy, tense, quiet and loud. Among the trilogy, it is the best structured (the tarot cards help) and the best overall of Malick in the 21st century (my hottest take in this list).

7. Embrace of the Serpent (dir. Ciro Guerra)

This beguiling film left the audience perplexed at my local film festival (a rare film not to receive a standing ovation) but I was enraptured throughout. It’s in the best mold of Aguirre, the Wrath of God but adds a trippy element, and I am not just talking about the drug-induced psychedelic trip. Along the way it asks pertinent questions not only about colonialism but about the nature of contact itself. The scene where the European Theo thinks science should be withheld from the tribes in South America lest they forget their culture still puts me in a philosophical reverie.

Alternative

Inland Empire (dir. David Lynch)

(Could just as easily have been Mulholland Drive)

Lynch’s trippy, envelope-pushing, balls-out, meta, digital epic is a dazzling experience. It’s a drug trip gone wrong and oh, so right at the same time. It’s a smorgasbord of horror, comedy, road film, mob thriller, Hollywood inside baseball, and God knows what else. It feels like something you’d dream up after eating a plate of Garmonbozia. And it’s a trip worth taking again and again.

8. The Irishman (dir. Martin Scorsese)

There could have been a complacency, both on the part of Scorsese and on the part of the viewers. Scorsese could have coasted on his name and replayed the old hits. The viewers could have lapped it up and basked in the glow of nostalgia. Instead, Scorsese does it again and delivers once again one of the finest mob films ever, no small feat considering how packed the genre is with them. This is a film that recalls the Godfather trilogy, Once Upon a Time in America, and obviously, Scorsese’s own mafia films, but it still stands steadfastly out as its own thing. By showing the mobsters as failed fathers, old diabetics, and old jailmates, it de-romanticises them thoroughly.

Alternative

The Wolf of Wall Street (dir. Martin Scorsese)

WOWS ignited a whole host of responses upon its release, with some accusing it of glamourising the vapid lifestyle of Jordan Belfort, while another equally strong contingent argued for its satirical qualities. However, the experience of watching this film does not happen along these lines for me. It’s a film so uproariously funny that I no longer give a damn whether I am laughing with or at them. After the film is over though? Well, of course the satire is obvious and only someone unfamiliar with watching a film before would think Scorsese is putting these people on a pedestal. Which is a lot of people apparently.

9. The Disciple (dir. Chaitanya Tamhane)

In storytelling, more often than not the focus is on the extraordinary, starting from The Epic of Gilgamesh itself. The Disciple is extraordinary however not because it focuses on the special, but because it focuses on the ordinary. Sharad is an ordinary man with somewhat of a talent in Indian classical music but it’s not of a nature that would carry him to glory. He has ordinary faults, sexual urges, need for companionship, money, and the need for recognition. He is a man who is jealous both of a popular singer on a reality show and a man who sings on trains for money. Unflinchingly relatable for anyone who has loved something which has not loved them back.

Alternative

I’m Thinking of Ending Things (dir. Charlie Kaufman)

Here’s another film about a man with a grandeur fantasy but of uncertain means to reach it. But is it really about him at all? Or is it about her, the one who is going to end things? The vagueness of the film is a strength because its individual scenes are so strong they can have their own little interpretations by themselves. Who knew a piece of Pauline Kael film criticism could be compelling cinema?

10. Decision to Leave (dir. Park Chan-wook)

I first watched this film at home and knew I had to experience it on the big screen, which I did and it was glorious. Like the best thrillers, it is not the plot mechanics that impart the film its importance but the general mood established. Park directs with such a deft hand that you are gripped throughout, even while the neo-noir trappings suggest there is no happy ending in sight.

Alternative

Burning (dir. Lee Chang-dong)

Another off-kilter Korean thriller, Burning stays true to its name. The slow burn allows all of the protagonist’s anxieties and maybe delusions to come to the fore. It also allows the film to show off its impressive cinematography and the centerpiece of the film, where Hae-mi dances is an achingly beautiful scene. I was unsure about my response to the film but this scene converted me into an adherent and I was grippedthroughout the rest of the film.

Final Thoughts

  • I am satisfied with the breadth of my selections, covering four continents and when you consider the nationalities of the directors, nine countries.
  • I am sure I just haven’t watched enough films from Africa and Australia.
  • No women directors unfortunately but Céline Sciamma’s Petite Maman came close. Her Portrait of a Lady on Fire is worth a mention too.
  • I hesitated with Shuchi Talati’s Girls Will Be Girls due to its recency but it’s another fine mention.
  • No animated films either but some that came close included Waking Life, Spirited Away, Up, The Wind Rises, The Tale of the Princess Kaguya, and The Boy and the Heron.
  • Really I have already stretched the 10 film limit to 20 and a lot of mentions so I could have done a top 20, 50, 100, or even a 200 happily.

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