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 ...
Set in Ottawa in 1979, we meet a young Peter Cort, a researcher writing a book on male circumcision. He reaches out to a freelance typist Peter Koosens to get his manuscript typed to be sent to a publication. Peter K has a sexual obsession with Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau and regularly doctors photographs to depict himself and Trudeau in romantic entanglements, which leads him to constant check in with cops. The two Peters start a bond with each other. They later meet another Peter who at different times seduces both these men separately and have sex. He inserts photographs of Koosens and Trudeau into one of his videos, the three are arrested for copyright violation by an opera-singing police officer, put on trial in a courtroom scene set to La Habanera, and sent to a prison boot camp.
The film actually started out fine, when you see a shy awkward young man, obsessed with circumcision and foreskin meets the Prime minister obsessed typist. There is certain nativity of both these characters in its own way, but the film starts going downhill the minute first random documentary-is scene is forcefully inserted. The downward battle the film starts at this point. The main story interlaced with these random shots, videos, music just doesn't help at all. It all gets worse and worse, and so pretentious it makes you choke. It’s a little piece of junk that inanely links together the topics of circumcision, copyright infringement and Pierre Trudeau’s fame, and the results feel like spending ninety minutes on the rack. I'd avoid this. (2.5/10)
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