Within the first minute, the film rushes through a barrage of themes, images, and tones—none of which ever quite come together. It never lands emotionally, leaving you adrift. The performances are sweet, and the character is there, but I’m left with little understanding of who they really are. Is this film about worker exploitation in India? Female empowerment? Breaking out of your economic situation to transform your life? Sisterhood? Sure, it’s all of that—but none of it sticks, because the film never commits fully to any one idea.
It relies too heavily on the visual impact of its surroundings, leaning on the raw discomfort of exploitation to carry the story. But that doesn’t work. The idea that “greatness exists everywhere, no matter how small” feels tired, almost hollow. It’s a message that doesn’t have enough weight to sustain even a 20-minute film, let alone something longer. And by the end, I was left feeling nothing.
