Just as Tumbbad soaked with rain, Mayasabha brims with smoke. If Tumbbad accumulated an age-old myth, Mayasabha exorcises an almost dystopian reality of a dilapidated single screen theatre. It carries the atmosphere of dread in its meticulously imagined morbid interiors of the space. Like the cursed great grandmother turning into a tree stretches the existential epic-ness of time in Tumbbad, the spoiled, defunct walls of the theatre in Mayasabha deify its ancient permanence. The grandiosity of its desolation makes it eerily illusive. The shadow of the theatre looms over the film like the grey clouds in Tumbbad, thickly spreading its claustrophobic tenacity into the minimalistic whole.
‘Mayasabha’ movie review: Javed Jaaferi assuredly leads Rahi Anil Barve’s sentimental mood piece
