Maroon

One can compare this neat little psychological thriller to Polanski's earlier works, Repulsion (1965) and The Tenant (1976), where the protagonist is confined within the walls of their home and slowly deteriorate into their own madness! Throw in a bit of Hitchcock and you got this fine chilling creative piece from the most unassuming country to have made it, India.

India has been going through some amazing changes, creating neo-realism works as well as popular genres but without the Bollywood. The previous night I viewed the brilliant, MASAAN, a fascinating drama. After that I became interested in current Indian cinema and came across this little gem where first time director, Pulkit, has created an intense and abstract thriller.

Performances are top notch, proving that this country can do one better than Hollywood. The technical aspect is spot-on and effective, with the cinematography capturing the mood perfectly. The dramatic and chilling music is wonderfully over the top, working wonders with your nerves. And the intense story-line has elements of abstract that leave you guessing, even till the very unanswered end.

Shame on you guys. Please dont waste our and your own time to copy paste the things. Please make real stories instead. And if you are not able or not capable of making new things then please give credit to the guys who has done original movie with their pure hardword and efforts. How can you take credit of someone elses hardwork. I would have given zero star if possible.

You may find this movie slow. But it simply story demand. So well executed by Manav Kaul. 80% is featured on him only. I find him one of the mature actor of industry.

Zero story. Zero acting. Not sure why it was released

Wanna-be thriller only ends up being vomit-inducing. No, really. Plenty of shots of a bloody finger - or was it a tampon? - I think the maker(s) of this movie were deliberately & sickly vague with their representations, clumps of clotted-up hair, nasty blackened water bubbling out of a tub, copious amounts of blood spilling to the floor which need bucket upon bucket to be mopped off. As for the "story," it doesn't strive to be particularly aspirational, and could easily be a copy of the numerous such B- or C-grade Western film vignettes about a "missing wife," and a suspicious spouse (who in this case, happens to be a more than slightly repulsive professor with an equally sad-looking student, who for some inexplicable reason, cares enough to bring him "soup" while he's sick so she could seduce him into upgrading her "C-" grade). The only good about this movie: At least they didn't pan over a feces shot, 'cause, they thought of it, of that I have no doubt.