A week after a film named Filmistaan released in 2014, I met Inaamulhaq at a coffee shop in Versova.
I didn’t know the guy; I had just seen him in this little film that had garnered generally positive reviews. It was therefore odd that he sought out the one mainstream critic who hadn’t rated the film very highly. He was interested to learn that I was doubly disappointed by the film’s tepid final act after a thoroughly entertaining setup. “There’s nothing more tragic than a vibrant satire losing its way,” I had concluded, rather mournfully. Continue Reading