A barrage of kicks in the balls of common men masquerading as laugh out loud comedy. Two men dreaming of making it in the city find themselves smack dab in the middle of a conspiracy involving corruption, corruption, more corruption, and a sprinkle of murder. Everyone else is out to get either a piece of the pie or the whole pie, completely unbothered with all the people they're trampling on to get what they want. The country revolves around a…

Banished. Abandoned. Forgotten.

On a one-way ticket to the City of Dreams. The village he holds so dear seems like a distant dream from the streets of Mumbai he now calls home; a community of beggars, sex workers, drug dealers, and pimps. Fleeting connections that disintegrate into dust for people either die, or are separated - by the system, the streets, or adults that run said streets.

"So, you think you can go back to the sweet village air?"

Dreams…

People spend their whole lives forming bonds with each other. Some of those bonds are permanent, others fleeting. Some bonds simply do not last at all, others only get stronger over time, while some unfortunately have the sour luck of hanging by a thread while slowly crumbling like walls subjected to acid rain. Rarely does a relationship remain unchanged throughout its course.

This dynamic nature of relationships is fueled entirely by people going through trials and tribulations with each other…

Humiliation. Rape. Murder. Bullying. How can a film that does not shy away from the most horrific of subjects look so beautiful?

Unchecked teen angst fueled by the ignorance of adults is not an uncommon theme, but it's rarely been portrayed with as much beauty and emotion as it has been here. Anonymous message boards serving as a place for people to find solace in. People who would have spiraled deeper into depression if it weren't for a celebrity or…