The Miniaturist of Junagadh

A beautiful film .

It is far be the fair definition because its beauty is more seed of a special state of soul. Emotion is not enough for define it but a sort of...spell.

The partition of India in 1947 year. A Muslim family needs to left his house . A greedy man profit that. And a secret as key of a life, as pieces changing attitudes, as start of new perspective about life, maybe.

I loved this small gem from the first scenes. A blind artist and his daughter and the flavor of tea. The dialogue.

I loved the last scene, to. A man giving milk to a little cat.

And I was real seduced by the admirable performance of Naseeruddin Shah, by the atmosphere of house, by the resurrection, in some form, of the memories of my grandmother about refuge, of the delicate suggest of decades of life , force of roots, eulogy to family.

Short to define it, a graceful beauty source, very useful front to a tough day.