Andhadhun: A Retrospective
Bollywood's thrilling fusion of what the blind man saw and the boy who cried wolf.

Due to the sudden death of his grandfather, Nejat (8) arrives at a funeral home for the first time in his life. As soon as they arrive, he is left all alone by his devastated mourning parents. Nejat gets so confused in this chaotic environment, especially because he doesn't know how to feel or behave in this certain situation. On the contrary, everyone around him has strong opinions about how he should feel or behave, so they force him to act accordingly. Failing to take the pressure off, Nejat finds himself in a great struggle of 'not to get sad.' As the tension escalates, the war begins...
Bollywood's thrilling fusion of what the blind man saw and the boy who cried wolf.
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