![]() By this time, it has become exclusively found footage. Things become harder to understand and confusing. The Medium moves along nicely up until the last few minutes. The way it is eases people watching into this new viewpoint may make it more palatable to those who normally do not watch point of view movies. Things switch from a normal documentary to the type of found footage film audiences are used to seeing. The Medium seamlessly weaves these elements into its story. Starting with the second act, night vision cameras and computers become more prevalent. It is a nice touch that gives a level of character depth not normally seen in the genre.įound footage tropes are not completely eliminated, however. The first act actually plays out like a standard movie with a voiceover. Everything is grounded and is akin to watching a story about a remote village. There is much less of the shaky cam and running in the dark that detractors dislike about these types of films. This gives The Medium a look that is unlike anything in the found footage arena. Many times, it seems like a movie about a documentary being put together as opposed to an actual doc. It looks more like an ordinary feature than another point of view flick. For starters, aside from Japan and Korea (sort of), found footage never really took off in Asia. What they discover is much more horrifying than they could have ever imagined.ĭocumentary and found footage often go together, but things work a little different here. When her niece starts experiencing odd symptoms, everyone’s focus changes. A documentary team follows Nim who is a shaman in Northern Thailand. Part documentary and part found footage with bits of a “regular” movie sprinkled in, the production is a strange brew that comes together nicely until its chaotic finale. The Medium is a film that is firmly planted in horror, but still manages to cross a number of sub genres. Admission in a prestigious school maybe shown as a quick fix to poverty and a fast train towards upward social mobility, but look beyond and you will find a funny film being driven by goodwill and engaging performances.Listen to the latest episode of the AIPT Movies Podcast! It’s a movie that starts off well, and sails smoothly but dives downwards with an utterly illogical, preachy, and lazy ending.ĭespite mediocre and forgettable camerawork, unexciting editing and an eventually dawdling storyline, Khan and Qamar’s companionship, comfort and charm is unwavering. And that inevitably belongs to Irrfan Khan in The film refrains from sinking into an often-seen oscillatory pattern of being funny and preachy, but you know when a film like this is all laughs, it’s secretly building up a repository of lectures which it will unleash in one long monologue. But the clichés are harmless, and somewhat enjoyable. In tandem with the film’s motto to pander to stereotypes, the poor are shown to be better at heart than the snooty English speaking corporate drones. Since children are every Indian parents’ investment for a comfortable retirement, the Batras willingly uproot themselves once again and move temporarily to a Here’s when Raj discovers a loophole in the system – the Right to Education Act – which would require them to be poor, or at least pretend to be, to avail privileges of. But they remain hellbent on getting their kid into the elite ‘Delhi Grammar School’, headed by Ms. For that, the Batras also enroll themselves in a school admission consultancy of sorts, thereby starting a rigmarole of interviews and mock sessions.ĭespite hilariously sincere efforts, Raj and Mita remain unsuccessful. The desperation for social acceptance by the couple is justified as a move to secure their daughter’s future in the English speaking world. The parents, Raj (Irrfan Khan) and Mita Batra (Saba Qamar), face an onslaught of clichéd and exaggerated hurdles, which are thankfully coated in humour. ![]() That is, until they realise that they have to get their daughter enrolled in a private English medium school and leave the familiarity of old Delhi.įor the sake of their child’s education the Batra family move to Vasant Vihar, a posh neighbourhood, which equates fluency in English with success and class. Hindi Medium ’s family is happy in their ecosystem. Staying in Delhi’s famous and infamous Chandni Chowk, We’ve all seen this family: a businessman father, stay-at-home mother and an only child. But no amount of money or even a letter from the Prime Minister’s Office can help you get your kid enrolled in a private English medium school, or so Language doesn’t really matter, as long as you can throw a wad of cash around or flaunt a political connection. Whether you’ve spent a week in Delhi or a lifetime, it’s no secret that in the Capital, money and politics speak the loudest.
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