This is such a spiritual film and it is completely transformed post-Fabelmans, like Fabelmans is the codex to Close Encounters.

Pretty solid noir that makes up for its blandness of plot and mystery with the natural conflict that arises from the premise and a colorful ing character in Don Cheadle as the unpredictably combustible Mouse. It helps that it has perfect grasp of tone and is light on its feet but I was thirsty for some more style. I think ultimately why this wasn't a slam-dunk for me was Jennifer Beals's dull performance and unglamourous getup in a film that needed her to be resplendent.

50% drugs r ebil
50% journalism r ebil
100% garbage

in bollywood, rape only exists to titillate, the raped and murdered does not matter as anything but an excuse for the man to justify acting on his barbaric fantasies. wish I could have had fun with this but all these hollow lectures and grand standing amount to nothing but an insult. fuck this movie. fuck bollywood. fuck this ass backward country.