Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. (2023)
This coming-of-age movie based on the 1970 book by Judy Blume gives viewers a scope on female topics in the quest for a religious identity.
A Chronicle of the Lost
Based on the testimonies of former migrant workers, A Chronicle of the Lost retraces the journey of one of them, embodied by a fictional character wandering through the now-abandoned jute mills of Calcutta. The imaginary letters he sends to his wife, who remained in their village, weave a poignant elegy to a community destroyed by the rise of capitalism.
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Based on the testimonies of former migrant workers, A Chronicle of the Lost retraces the journey of one of them, embodied by a fictional character wandering through the now-abandoned jute mills of Calcutta. The imaginary letters he sends to his wife, who remained in their village, weave a poignant elegy to a community destroyed by the rise of capitalism.
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