SIMPLISTIC, UNSUBTLE, BUT CHARMING

MONEY alone talks, in this accursed world, while everyone is rendered mute, this is the cold inevitable truth examined by Gandhi Talks.

- PRASHANTH VALLAVAN

A silent film in 2026 might be considered a pointless exercise.

But if any film deserves to be told in the silent form, it is Gandhi Talks. The several, loaded ironies of this silent film are unmissable. Gripped by the unforgiving clutches of money, this is a world where, if you do not provide monetary value to the society, you cannot talk to the love of your life even if you both live across from each other, you cannot land a job unless you are willing to participate in the underground bureaucracy of corruption, and even if you do have all the money in the world, you will be brought to your knees if you do not abide by those who control the never-ending, ever-expanding cycle of power-money-corruption: the politicians.

The film begins with a man spitting on the road; the spittle falls on a vendor’s basket of fish, who promptly walks up the flight of stairs, and the spitter watches in horror as his wife picks up fish from the same basket. Whatever goes around comes around. Karma.