It’s almost as if Baby becomes the last (wo)man standing in a place that trades natural evolution for artificial growth; in a city that stops speaking and listening in its quest to survive; in a concrete jungle that becomes a ghost in the guise of spirit.
Baby is sidelined by the modern builders and the breakers, until her past comes storming back like a hero determined to end her war with the Mumbai she blamed (and attacked) for her trauma.
Before it’s too late, her story reclaims the agency of a city that was once just that: a story under construction.
That it was eventually written by those with power and allegiances rather than those with vision and humanity is a tragedy that’s nicely reflected in this film.
After all, a tiny typo is all that separates Baby Do Die Do from ‘Bbay’ Do Die Do: shorthand for a city that keeps dying because it never sleeps.
It’s almost as if Baby becomes the last (wo)man standing in a place that trades natural evolution for artificial growth; in a city that stops speaking and listening in its quest to survive; in a concrete jungle that becomes a ghost in the guise of spirit. Baby is sidelined by the modern builders and the breakers, until her past comes storming back like a hero determined to end her war with the Mumbai she blamed (and attacked) for her trauma. Before it’s too late, her story reclaims the agency of a city that was once just that: a story under construction. That it was eventually written by those with power and allegiances rather than those with vision and humanity is a tragedy that’s nicely reflected in this film. After all, a tiny typo is all that separates Baby Do Die Do from ‘Bbay’ Do Die Do: shorthand for a city that keeps dying because it never sleeps.
