Jean-Marc Selva’s cinematography keeps things intimate and lived-in. The film is shot entirely with a hand-held camera and in real locations, giving an impression of constant movement and uncertainty. The musical score by Simon Fransquet lingers on and grows on you through the film. Written by Alok Sharma, the narrative is slow burn. And that’s where the film falters. I’m game for slow-burn narratives but it feels like the plot has been thinly structured when the pace slackens. The scenes leading up to the romance between Ridhi and Anshuman are weakly written and hence awkwardly performed. Overall, there’s a lot to appreciate and a few things to criticise in Lakadbaggha. Does it make it worth viewing? Of course.
