This Hindi movie is a pretty straightforward slice-of-life story that tries to give a modern look at what it's like to be a single, professional gay man. It dives into how he understands who he is, the chances he missed out on, and the personal choices he’s made along the way. The director used three parallel timelines to tell the story, which honestly didn't make much sense to me. While the core idea was actually pretty interesting, I really feel like this would have worked way better as a short film considering the point it was trying to make. Still, it wasn't a bad watch. The plot centers on Rachit, a city professional, and his friend Shikhar as they hang out for an evening. Rachit is a polished, urban guy, while Shikhar has more of a "small-town" rustic vibe, and you can really see the contrast between them when they talk. As the night goes on, Rachit starts thinking back to some old memories from a long time ago. He remembers being an intern after college in ...
Gosh!! that was a bad movie. Autobiographical are supposed to be good and I am sure some people might find this film interesting but I simply had to stop the film mid way and just not watch it later. It is a story of Leslie (writer, actor of the movie), a gay man's upbringing and hardships. Growing up in an oppressive Southern Baptist household in the 1950s, he flees as soon as he is able to the nearby metropolis of Atlanta. There, he finds a new set of troubles, falling in with a drug addled party girl and a hustler who he immediately falls in love with. The film chronicles the experiences of Storyteller against the gay and drug subcultures of the 1970s. I have nothing more to add. Just a bad film, well at least for me. (0/10)