What follows, over two-and-a-bit hours, is a model of movie naturalism: actors you've probably never seen before suggesting very distinct personalities while engaging in conversation that sounds, from first scene to last, like real-world conversation. This may be an even stronger ensemble, all told, than that which powered the spring crossover hit Manjummel Boys. We are, after all, watching less heralded actors playing less heralded actors, the alleged villain of the piece demonstrating a charm and clubbability that has evidently carried his character a rung or two higher up the showbiz ladder, but then every face appears right for the role. While it's still mostly men - Anjali is shuttled offstage for much of the middle stretch - a) that's the industry, and b) the tactic allows Ekarshi to get to how men work these things out together: how they justify, excuse, downplay and enable aberrant behaviour, how quick they are to anger, how often they shirk their responsibilities. (One potential pitch: it's Oleanna done as Glengarry Glen Ross.) Ekarshi sees and dramatises how tricky it is to hold firm in these situations when there are professional benefits (sizeable cheques, European tours) to turning a blind eye; crucially, he understands how essential it is that these men do hold firm. Above all else, Aattam demonstrates how fascinating conversation in itself can be on screen when it's this urgent and necessary; when the speaking parts are invested with depth and cast to perfection, and directed to a rare level of precision. Quietly brilliant and insinuating, and right up there with the best films in the world on this especially fraught moment in male-female relations.
Aattam is now streaming via Prime Video.
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