Entertainment Weekly by Lisa Schwarzbaum
Even blood, spilled so freely, has a distinctive intensity of red in this beautiful and harrowing film.
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Director
Deepa Mehta
Cast
Aamir Khan,
Nandita Das,
Rahul Khanna,
Maia Sethna,
Kitu Gidwani,
Arif Zakaria
Genre
Drama
It's 1947, and the borderlines between India and Pakistan are being drawn. A young girl in Lahore bears witnesses to tragedy as her housemaid is caught between the love of two men and the rising tide of political and religious violence in the second part of the sweeping Elements film trilogy.
Entertainment Weekly by Lisa Schwarzbaum
Even blood, spilled so freely, has a distinctive intensity of red in this beautiful and harrowing film.
L.A. Weekly by Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Both visually and emotionally, a panoramic picture; Mehta wields a master's hand as she weaves together vistas of urban and pastoral India with thoughts on the nature of man as it keeps cycling out in the specifics of history.
New York Post by Jonathan Foreman
A remarkable accomplishment. It takes one of the century's vast tragedies...and makes it heart-rendingly real and intimate.
Chicago Tribune
An extraordinary movie on many levels.
Chicago Tribune
An extraordinary movie on many levels.
Film.com by Gemma Files
Mehta's latest release, combines a similarly intoxicating visual immediacy and delight with a sobering outsider's long view.
The New York Times by Stephen Holden
A powerful and disturbing reminder of how a civilization can suddenly crack under certain pressures.
San Francisco Chronicle by Edward Guthmann
It's a passionate, beautifully mounted film -- but the agenda she sets for herself is too large and the conflicts she portrays too complicated to be illustrated in a single drama.
Boston Globe by Jay Carr
Hurls its Holocaust at us in a series of justifiably horrific images.
Chicago Sun-Times by Roger Ebert
Told as a melodrama and romance, not docudrama, and that makes it all the more effective.
Los Angeles Times by Kenneth Turan
Telling things through the eyes of a spoiled, precocious, troublemaking 8-year-old narrator is both an overdone device and not a particularly engaging one.
Village Voice by Jessica Winter
Mehta feels compelled to twist the screw, shamelessly plying her audience with mawkish tropes wearing the garb of "innocence."
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