Scalding vignettes of an insidious world
“LSD” isn’t the kind of movie you can get high on. It’s dark, dank and disturbing: it socks you in the solar plexus and leaves you writhing. Co-writer and director Dibakar Banerjee imbues the film with the unique sensibility that yielded “Khosla Ka Ghosla” and “Oye Lucky Lucky Oye”, and then adds a few more quirky layers to it to come up with this daring doomsday portrait of a deviant Delhi.
With a bunch of unknown actors full of spunk and a digital camera that knows no repose, Banerjee has crafted a true breakthrough – a Bollywood film that isn’t Bollywood and is more than just a film. It’s a scary slice-of-life cinematic confessional.
Laced with black humour, “LSD” is a searing critique of a society that has been overrun by the stench of sleaze, of a culture trapped in a stinking cesspool infested with perverse voyeurs, media marauders and honour killers.
Banerjee takes all his cues and characters from real life. An aspiring filmmaker falls in love with the lead actress of his diploma film only to end up dead in the most shocking circumstances. An aimless drifter cons a convenience store salesgirl into a passionate roll on the floor and captures the act on a surveillance camera to make a fast buck.
A ‘sting’ cameraman and a wannabe music video dancer hook up to expose a lewd and lascivious pop singer. But the operation goes awry. The world they live in is far from perfect, where love, sex and dhoka are but different sides of the same cube.
Particularly striking is the manner in which the three strands of the narrative are seamlessly intertwined. Its rhythm is unsettling, but the movie surely rewards the effort you make to grasp its ways of ‘seeing’.
“LSD” isn’t the kind of movie you can get high on. It’s dark, dank and disturbing: it socks you in the solar plexus and leaves you writhing. Co-writer and director Dibakar Banerjee imbues the film with the unique sensibility that yielded “Khosla Ka Ghosla” and “Oye Lucky Lucky Oye”, and then adds a few more quirky layers to it to come up with this daring doomsday portrait of a deviant Delhi.
With a bunch of unknown actors full of spunk and a digital camera that knows no repose, Banerjee has crafted a true breakthrough – a Bollywood film that isn’t Bollywood and is more than just a film. It’s a scary slice-of-life cinematic confessional.
Laced with black humour, “LSD” is a searing critique of a society that has been overrun by the stench of sleaze, of a culture trapped in a stinking cesspool infested with perverse voyeurs, media marauders and honour killers.
Banerjee takes all his cues and characters from real life. An aspiring filmmaker falls in love with the lead actress of his diploma film only to end up dead in the most shocking circumstances. An aimless drifter cons a convenience store salesgirl into a passionate roll on the floor and captures the act on a surveillance camera to make a fast buck.
A ‘sting’ cameraman and a wannabe music video dancer hook up to expose a lewd and lascivious pop singer. But the operation goes awry. The world they live in is far from perfect, where love, sex and dhoka are but different sides of the same cube.
Particularly striking is the manner in which the three strands of the narrative are seamlessly intertwined. Its rhythm is unsettling, but the movie surely rewards the effort you make to grasp its ways of ‘seeing’.
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