Kabir Mehta

Lured by the chance of being the protagonist of a documentary film, Buddha Dev, a 27 year old flamboyant cricketer from Goa, starts authorising unrestricted access into the most private parts of his life.

In this self-reflexive re-imagining of a police documentary—set in Jalandhar, Punjab—director Kabir Mehta documents his time spent with a washed up, dishonest constable and his troupe of two. Employing a hybrid approach, the film incorporates found footage, memoir, mockumentary, dance video and exposés of police brutality.

A documentary portrait of a man, with ascetic origins, who has been radically transformed by city life.

A 70-year-old ex-playboy aristocrat stumbles through memories and misfires in Goa, fantasizing a grand comeback amid the crumbling ruins of his ego. What begins as a comical portrait of vanity morphs into something darker and more poignant, an elegy for a life lived in denial and a hybrid excavation of performance, delusion and the ache of aging disgracefully.

Lured by the chance of being the protagonist of a documentary film, Buddha Dev, a 27 year old flamboyant cricketer from Goa, starts authorising unrestricted access into the most private parts of his life.

In this self-reflexive re-imagining of a police documentary—set in Jalandhar, Punjab—director Kabir Mehta documents his time spent with a washed up, dishonest constable and his troupe of two. Employing a hybrid approach, the film incorporates found footage, memoir, mockumentary, dance video and exposés of police brutality.

A documentary portrait of a man, with ascetic origins, who has been radically transformed by city life.

A documentary portrait of a man, with ascetic origins, who has been radically transformed by city life.

A documentary portrait of a man, with ascetic origins, who has been radically transformed by city life.

A 70-year-old ex-playboy aristocrat stumbles through memories and misfires in Goa, fantasizing a grand comeback amid the crumbling ruins of his ego. What begins as a comical portrait of vanity morphs into something darker and more poignant, an elegy for a life lived in denial and a hybrid excavation of performance, delusion and the ache of aging disgracefully.