A cinematic benchmark of writing and executing political satire.

A sentimental and rather dull film about an important resistance movement in Danish history.

Burning incense. Intense rain. Frogs hopping around. Lizards crawling into vases. An ant lifting a sugar cube. Clair de Lune playing. Applying lipstick. It’s the kind of film that appreciates the tiniest moments in life. An alluring sensory experience with a story marked by simplicity at the center that works harmoniously with the poetic language of the film.

This is a very frustrating film. I really liked the music and as a whole I found it to be quite an entertaining exploration of the Indian fashion industry, albeit a highly dramatised, heigtened one. But it is also blatantly anti-Black and relies a lot on sensationalisation and stereotypes, for example in the portrayal of queer fashion designers. Parts of it are therefore absolutely atrocious, while others are gripping. However, the awful parts are unforgivable and mar the film.