Ishqiya, the Kachori Western Served With Noir Ki Chutney

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Ishqiya, the Kachori Western Served With Noir Ki Chutney

Illustration: Akshita Monga/Arré

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ometimes, all you need to establish a movie’s universe, is a single line. “Babumoshai, zindagi lambi nahi, badi honi chahiye,” was enough to sum up the worldview of Anand. When a character taunts, “Rahul is a cheater” it’s indication that you’re in the cotton-candy world of Karan Johar. Much the same way, “Humaare gaon mein chuttad dhone se pehle tamanche chalaana sikhate hai (in our village, you’re taught how to fire a pistol before you learn how to wash your bum),” is the jolt you need to be catapulted into the gun-slinging milieu of Ishqiya.

The film – set in the badlands of Gorakhpur, a land where caste wars and crime rates abide, and saffron-clad bald men give hate speeches – turns eight today. A film that can best be described as a kachori western served with noir ki chutney.

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