Review of the hindi movie Sir

 This is a good movie, it's called Sir, it's on Netflix, and don't watch the trailers because they give away the entire goddamn story, don't even read the rest of the review because there's not much else to say but explain away the plot of which there is not much because it's a character-driven movie, so just go away, put on your netflix using a vpn if you must and come back if you need to. You probably don't because you've watched the whole of the movie, and that is a lot lot more than I have watched of it. So... You know so much more about it at this point than I do. What do, I'm that kinda' person. My friends give me shit for it, but I can't take anxiety of really well made pieces. Well, Parasite was a pleasant exception there.

So, the movie, and the review of it. Disclaimer here because I haven't watched the movie yet fully. I watched like the first five minutes, jumped around a bunch into scenes that seemed important, and then watched a last five, maybe ten minutes. I got gist of it, with just the fifteen minutes I did watch. Understood that it's a character movie, the plot is really touching, and it's a film about class divisions and interactions within India, and how people internalize their status within the society, how it too can be fluid through time. It's about one alright male character, something somebody said in the comments section of the trailer for the movie, that the dude is possibly the kindest most 'real' Indian male character any Indian cinema has portrayed ever, really full of empathy and understanding while having his own weaknesses that don't make him a monster or are debilitating. They're all just people stumbling into life, trying to make the best of the hand of cards they've been given, not hurting anybody etcetera.

Lets get back into the story okay. It's story about a rich boy, probably a greencard holder who used to live in NYC who's come back to NYC to take care of daddy's big business. He lives in what is probably a very expensive high floor apartment in Mumbai, and was recently divorced with somebody of his own social circle, close to his heart. You know, the sorta chick that's actually broww who'll do whiskey with you and smoke and stay all night long with the dudes and you're like fuck she's so cool she totally gets me, she's exactly like us, ohh man we'd be perfect for each other, and then you get married to each other and slowly you expose each other's bad sides, like relationships need a lot work and coordination, they're not magic, it needs chemistry and you were so lost in how cool and hip they were you now realize there was no chemistry and they're not the sort of people you want to put in a lot of effort into. And so you break up. But this is India and everybody's indian so you get divorced because that's what is done. No hard feelings though you're probably not going to remain the best of friends, you friends will call her a bitch, a crazy but you'll defend obviously because those things are untrue and you're a standup guy, a reasonable decent man and you realize it was both your faults that unwound the matrimony. She was learning you're it's all fine. She's such a standup person, she'll even wrap up all the gifts you both got for you wedding and send them back to you. Because they're yours, she dunnt want them. You could be friends going forward, in the long run, and if you're both married to other people it wouldn't be awkward at all. But not now. For now you've got your gang of close female friends to support you.

And the you get a maid, a young one who was recently widowed. She cooks for you, she cares for you, you start caring her, and her dreams and aspirations, and she sees  and the relationship develops feels and you both know it, but you also know that it would never work out. She's a maid, of a different circle, and she wouldn't fit in your group of friends and family in India. The things you talk about, all of that. And she has worked for you as a maid, which would  make it awkward for your friends mostly.

You guys have a talk about that. She says she would feel humiliated, you think it would be fine, you'd be okay abandoning your regular circles for her, she says she can't do it. She leaves your employment and goes back to her village, where everybody thinks she was fired because she stole. You don't see the point anymore, the bullshit class distinctions are too much for your American mind at this point. You tell your daddy you're leaving for NYC for good, he asks you so very casually if you fucked your maid. You say, we didn't fuck, well in love. He nods, he gets it. Oh by the way, you guys out, hardcore, but that's where it ended. You leave for NOohyawk, she goes to her village. End of the story.

Except you tell your designer friend to look into hiring her, because she's a talented tailor, and she reaches out to your love, and gives her a chance. I'm not doing you a favor, she says, I'm trying to hire you, show me your work. And it's not too bad, I've hired worse, you're a designer for me now, get working chop chop your friend tells your love. Your girl, she goes back into your old apartment but she can't -- to many feels -- so she goes to the balcony where you had all those deep conversations. She breathes in a new fresh air, she looks, in her face, like she's a new person. The viewer knows at this point, that she's transcended class.

She calls you in New York. All through the movie she's called you 'sir', never your first name despite you begging her to. For the first time, she calls you "Ashwin" or whatever your name is, because she feels she's your equal. What will you do? 

The movie ends with 'Ashwin'. The youtuber commenters wanted a part two, but that'd kill the vibe, it wouldn't be a cool indie movie.

What will happen is this. You, the lead, will get her to work a little in India, arrange for visa stuff, and invite her to the US, with your American friends and Indians who haven't seen her as a maid. And all those class distinctions will disappear, more or less. You'll have reinvented yourselves as people. You'll thrive, and in thirty years when they interview you for a youtube video, she'll say, oh yeah haha I started as his maid, I'd just been widowed and he'd just gotten divorced and it's a super big thing in India to date your maid, it was then anyway, and he didn't care, he just didn't care. I think I fell in love before he did, and this is the greatest thing that's happened to me.

And that's why America is pretty great, despite the white nationalists nazis fascists.