This is not a crime of passion, it's a crime of PASSION, with emotions writ large in letters of blood on the canvas of the city. The relationships are toxic and the players are deeply broken. At the centre of the maelstrom is the stoic Shabor, but all around him are emotions painted in the broadest of strokes and colours. People scream, weep and cackle. Too romantic? A tad purple, even? Well, Eagoler Chokh is that kind of a movie. At other times, it just fuels the wry and unsentimental engine, carefully calibrated to plumb the depths of human nature. It simmers under the surface, red hot and only sometimes visible through the cracks on the surface. It's not an anger that lends itself to explosive rage, however, except in rare, short bursts. Shabor Dasgupta is cynical, tired and more than a little bit angry.
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