Between each new scene, Indika harshly cuts to black. The effect is a whiplash. Narratively. Mechanically. Technically. A fall down a hole or a jump through a window or a gunshot ringing out. Indika refuses to be cohesive, rejecting to make a complete circle of sense. Its most basic throughline becomes muddled with questionable events and indecipherable landscapes. The director framing the action ...[Read More]