Firefly Movie Review: Vamshi Krishna's ode to Gen Z glows through its gaps

Firefly is not a film you watch for answers; it’s one you experience for the questions it dares to ask—and sometimes, simply lets linger.

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Structurally experimental and often surreal, Vamshi Krishna's directorial debut is a confessional collage of a young man’s fractured mind—one that teeters on the edge of breakdown and becoming.

At the centre is Vivekananda, fondly called Vicky (Vamshi Krishna), a young man who returns home after years abroad, only to be met by sudden tragedy—the death of his parents (Achyuth Kumar and Sudharani)—and shortly after, he briefly goes into a coma. What follows is not your typical narrative arc. Instead, Firefly feels like memory itself: jagged, fragmented, and haunted by what could've been said or done. Vicky seeks not meaning but something more elusive—peace and the ability to sleep.

To describe Vamshi Krishna's first outing—both in front of and behind the camera—he leaves a trail of clues, clearly signalling that this isn’t mere storytelling; it's a study. The visuals speak in codes, the tone flirts with precision, but beneath it all lies a quiet case file on how Gen Z navigates the blur between breakdown and becoming. But will it cater to all?