Cry of the Wounded

If justice is blind, truth can be mute: fortunately, neither the director nor the cameraman were blind, as the camera shots dazzle with their restrained purism of Indian light and darkness, like the purism of the young lawyer's idealism in the face of the excesses of power. While the mute faces - the dogs of the lower castes and the slow pacing of the film create the illusion of some sort of Indian Kafkaesque world, where the abstraction of the "missing resolution of the world" and the invisibility of power prepared the viewer for another generalizing experience (which they would quickly forget after the screening), the director is not afraid to masterfully cut to the quick and reveal the lament of wounded flesh behind the mask of silence and restrained aestheticism: the mask falls, and it is Shelley's "Masque of Anarchy," shouting in the best Indian English, "I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!" (06/07/2024)