A warrior acting as an enforcer for a local warlord becomes tired of killing and leaves on a pilgrimage to his birthplace, but death seems to follow wherever he goes.
Being one of the few examples of Indian cinema to which I have been exposed, I found this film to be a simple but beautiful looking, artful story of atonement and redemption, surely themes that transcend individual cultures. I’m sure there were many cultural references that went over my head, but Irfan Khan has one of those incredibly expressive faces and intense eyes that seem to be able to reflect a lifetime of pain and loss with just a glance. Lacking any other reference point, I’d have to say it shared stylistic elements with the likes of Akira Kurosawa and Sergio Leone. Although it is a little lacking in content it is artful in the sense that it’s more than the sum of its parts; it’s a simple tale but it somehow manages to plug directly into the emotions.
Maybe not the kind of film to be enjoyed again and again, it is certainly worth seeing at least once.