Kamalika Banerjee
It is a story of a 55-year-old man Pandit Girdhari Laal Sharma who wants to escape his family legacy of becoming a priest and aspires to become a storyteller instead. His reality is that he is stuck trying to find a date for his daughter's wedding. What follows is a series of unfortunate events which land him in jail. His dream starts unfolding in the most unexpected way as his stories find an audience amongst the prisoners.
Abhimanyu Roy is stuck with writer's block until he decides to re-live the memories of his childhood sweetheart Bindu who aspires to be a successful singer and struggles to give Abhi the one thing he craves - stability.
Bibaho Diaries is a romantic comedy about what a couple today looks like under a microscope before and after marriage - an account of all the hilarious things that bind them together and ...
Four desperate teenagers. A night of sexy mayhem. The big city. Or so the plan goes, until a series of misadventures later, Babai, Pele, Ria and Payal end up in a locked shopping mall in the dead of the night. Alone at last... until an old couple appears out of nowhere with a piece of folded leather and a glass container with two dice made of bone. A game. Simple, but deadly. They call it Ludo. A game defiled by a young couple centuries ago. An unbreakable curse, a living board, eons of bloodbath spanning the subcontinent. A game that has reached this city. Not just monsters, but prisoners of fate. Immortal lovers existing under a curse that will not die. They live within the game. Blood must spill. Bone must shatter. Beware the rattle of the Ludo dice.
Subroto(Biswanath Basu) comes from a middle-class background, a poet by heart but he is stuck with a LIC agent job to meet the basic needs and requirements of his family consisting of wife Sumita(Arunima Ghosh) and son Tutul(Ayush Das).He is philosophical yet practical, as he is aware of the fact that in today's world one cannot sustain himself or his family by writing poetry.Sumita is a housewife who once aspired to be an actress, but now content looking after her husband Subroto and son Tutul.
The story of a modern day Aladdin, set against the backdrop of contemporary consumer society
Fyataroo: Flying human beings; Choktor: Black Magic sect Bhodi, the head of the Choktors, initiates a total war against the ruling communists of West Bengal, India. Fyataroos join hands with Choktors. Advised by Calcutta's progenitors Dandabayash (ageless primordial talking crow) and an Indo-colonial half-breed Begum Johnson(1732-1818) erupt a historic insurrection. They jointly launch guerrilla attacks against the Government. Skulls dance in crematoria and flying-discs flutter in the skies and cry anarchy, resident ghosts gossip and prattle, and the police is in total confusion. Government is forced to surrender and offer a peace proposal to the joint force. The film dissects almost everything wrong in the city with a cinematic knife sharpened on trenchant farce and fantasy. It is an anarchist film. —Anonymous
Natobar, like any other typical Bengali lad, wants to be a poet. He is unsuccessful in all his attempts while dabbling with poetry. Rabindranath Tagore visits him in his sleep and gives him a boon - he is endowed with Tagore's poetic prowess but for a limited period.
When a Kolkata surveillance specialist and his roommate install a small camera in the home of their beautiful neighbor, they somehow become terror suspects in director Buddhadeb Dasgupta's cutting commentary on CCTV society.
A rich young man must prove his love for a simple village belle; she is humiliated by his family, so he opts to rusticate with hers.
Ghya-chang-fou literally means 'suddenly beheading' in Bengali. it features thirteen unnamed people gathering in a mansion filled with archaic objects to celebrate what appears to be a communist revolution. Nothing seems real, roads open up to improbable places, places lead to impossible elevators, elevators lift people to unconvincing roads. Bacchanalian spirit steadily overtakes the initial deadpan seriousness. The encore of celebration sounds delusionary as the drunken conversation about communism, about its methods and means, about it intricate turns through history degenerates to bourgeois nonsense and decadence leading to absurd rifts, comic conflicts, unleashed orgies and debauchery.
