Lokkhi Chhele - Bengali Film that Deserves a Watch!

Lokkhi Chhele, Kaushik Ganguly's latest directorial venture, is a must, must-watch.

It's so heartening that Bengali films are finally broaching the topic of religious dogmatism and blind beliefs. What a refreshing change from silly detective capers or TV-style family movies!

This Bangla film is so, so, so sensitive and moving in its approach. You feel totally immersed in the proceedings, and root fervently for the feisty young do-gooders, who try to save a child's life against all odds.

That they risk their lives and take on the might of some detestable hooligans in the process, is something we don't see in our self-serving society any more.

And do we anyway care for those inhabiting the other India? They are people at the fringes, far removed from our secure existence. We click our tongues at their superstitions, mock their customs, and carry on with our lives, secure that our world's will never merge.

This film challenges our smugness and shows us what a little bit of genuine concern and social responsibility can do.

Kudos to the entire Ganguly family for giving us such a gem of a film! Direction, acting, music, photography, sound effects, all are top class. Windows productions have supported a worthy cause.

Special mention of the actors essaying the role of the child's parents. Got goosebumps at the realistic portrayal.

Please, please watch this film. The barely filled multiplex hall was such a let-down.

As viewers, we have to support good cinema, or be content with the mediocre stuff doled out.

#KaushikGanguly #ujaanganguly #churniganguly #ambarish

#banglafilms #Lokkhichhele #sociallyresponsiblecinema

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