I do not watch Hindi films. Not as a rule but finding a topic I might like and hoping that it is well executed is a gamble. I am not willing to risk three hours for it. Myriad other reasons. But my best half screens them and decides to rewatch some if I am inclined. One of them was a film called Raazi. Raazi means a pact. An agreement. It is an Urdu word from which the Hindi language derives a lot of its own. The film was directed by Meghna Gulzar (daughter of famous duo Gulzar, a talented film music director and Rakhee, erstwhile Indian actress). That intrigued me as did the subject of the film. The film is about a young girl in her twenties in the Northwest Frontier region of India (Kashmir) being chosen by her father, who is a spy, to continue his work as he battles cancer. The father is a spy for the Indian intelligence services responsible for gathering intel on Pakistan's military movements. The actors perform the...
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