Shuddhikaran -2023- Primeplay Original -

Rohan Mehra shoots the haveli like a labyrinth of mirrors. Cinematographer Anuj Rakesh Dhawan uses a desaturated palette—ochres, browns, and the sickly green of old money. The camera is often static, forcing you to stare at the decaying opulence: a grandfather clock that chimes at wrong hours, a well in the courtyard that is never shown, only heard. The sound design is phenomenal—the constant, low hum of flies and the distant ghanti of the temple create a migraine-inducing tension.

PrimePlay deserves credit for allowing this film to exist. There is no item song. No forced romance. The film is unapologetically literary and regional in its flavor (heavy Bhojpuri-Awadhi dialect with crisp subtitles). It trusts its audience to understand that the shuddhikaran is not about the girl in the room, but about the nation outside it. Shuddhikaran -2023- PrimePlay Original

Fans of Tumbbad , Aamis , and Bulbbul . Viewers who believe horror is at its best when it is political. Who should avoid? Anyone looking for a quick, fun scare. People who dislike slow burns. Rohan Mehra shoots the haveli like a labyrinth of mirrors

In the end, Shuddhikaran asks one question: Can you purify a soul that refuses to admit it is dirty? The film’s answer is a resounding, terrifying silence. The sound design is phenomenal—the constant, low hum

At first glance, Shuddhikaran appears to be another entry in the "possession horror" subgenre. The setup is deceptively simple: The estranged Malhotra family gathers at their ancestral haveli in the dusty bylanes of Varanasi for a shuddhikaran —a ritualistic purification ceremony. The family patriarch (a brilliant, weary Pankaj Tripathi) believes an evil spirit has latched onto his youngest daughter, Meera (newcomer Tanya Singh, a revelation). But as the three-day ritual unfolds, we realize the "spirit" is a metaphor for a deeply buried family secret: a communal violence incident from the 2002 riots that the family profited from and buried.

Furthermore, the climax will divide audiences. Without spoilers, Mehra chooses an abstract, art-house resolution over a cathartic one. A mainstream audience expecting a violent ghost vs. tantrik showdown will be disappointed. Instead, we get a silent, 12-minute single take of the family finally sitting for a meal—and the "spirit" simply leaving because they remembered to set an empty plate for the forgotten victim. It’s poetic. It’s also frustratingly slow.