Atri Majumder

An unconventional portrayal of obsession, irreconcilable differences and the subjective meaning of 'happiness'. The affinity towards the 'haveli' is symbolic of the individual's sense of belonging - to cling on to a decaying past and deny the reality of a bleak despondent present - and consequently attain a semblance of normality through deviant routes. The bittersweet, tender and obstinate protagonist (Amitabh Bachchan) and the tragic precarious position of the tenant (Ayushmann Khurrana) are symptomatic of the suppressed polyphonic voices in the margins of society, those who prefer to be resilient to the 'larger picture', while being apparently oblivious to their own ludicrous idiosyncrasies. Apart from the sublime performance of these two lead actors, the supporting cast is brilliant as well, and the characters don't even attempt to conceal their hypocrisies. Their is a sense of impending retribution throughout the film that precipitates at the very end with a tragic force of beguiling simplicity. It is a realistic tragicomedy brimming with wit, percipience and dark subversive humour.

In a world devoid of 'real' emotions, only the healing touch of love can perhaps rejuvenate and reincarnate the lost feelings of what it means to be truly alive.

It is appalling how such an erudite person like Aparna Sen could make such an execrable and insipid film.

This might be Polanski's worst work yet. I couldn't endure much of the film it was so cliched and suspenseless. Even if the audience tries to interpret it as a schizophrenic delusion, an insight into the fractured psyche of a writer struggling with her insidious doppelganger, the plot seems to be inconsistent and insipid.

Photograph has metamorphosed the cliched trope of socioeconomic class differences by impinging on the possiblities of navigating complex emotions to find a cadence. The expessed, often overt, stoicism erodes the foundations of the implicit predictability of the situation. Every character in the movie is perfectly poised, and the film transforms the mundane reality into a poignant truth, artfully hinting at the desired decadence of precarious conventionalities.