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In conversation with Shoojit Sircar

Shoojit Sircar, prominent Indian film director and producer, films his character’s landscape with an eye that is at once joyful and marvellous. His latest Gulabo Sitabo, one of the first Bollywood films released digitally this June on Amazon Prime Video worldwide, is testimony to that, yet again. Be it Baankey Rastogi (played by Ayushman Khurana), a young man struggling to look after his mother and educate his three younger sisters or Mirza (played by the legendary Amitabh Bachchan) who quite steals the show as the grumpy, greedy old man obsessed with Fatima Mahal, the 100-year-old palace he and his wife Begum (Farrukh Jafar) own, Sircar combines his signature mix of theatre influence and intellectual pith. You have to watch the film to understand it. Sircar’s films, in his own words, ‘are an outburst of expression and not made to convince anyone’. But because they peer deep into life around us, he has become a filmmaker that allows viewers to resonate with his films and connect. Tak
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