By the title, you might expect a movie exploring young prostitutes ' social and psychological conditions (adolescent, etc.). But that's not the documentary's thrust. Instead, while documenting Indian females, photographer Zana Briski starts to become emotionally attached to the kids of her topics living in Calcutta's red light district.The kids (10-14 years of age) are actually the topics in this film.Sons and daughters of prositutes, though, mostly living in poverty, ridicule, scorn, this documentary depicts a kid spirit that is still shimmering with some resilience. For them, Zana organizes a photography class, arming them with a short camera each.They're wandering away, shooting the world they understand: a little brother crying, family lounging, dirty dishes, a street person, a wall of textured stuff.
Throughout the manufacturing, the filmmakers weave these pictures shot by the children artfully, tactfully and movingly. In fact, the pictures are not merely supplementary material- they become the story's cornerstone.Ultimately, Zana becomes so attached that she seeks to enroll a lot of children in appropriate boarding schools to save them from their almost definitely dark future.
This image is one of hope and empathy in an unusually shady aspect of mankind. More than once it choked me.
Throughout the manufacturing, the filmmakers weave these pictures shot by the children artfully, tactfully and movingly. In fact, the pictures are not merely supplementary material- they become the story's cornerstone.Ultimately, Zana becomes so attached that she seeks to enroll a lot of children in appropriate boarding schools to save them from their almost definitely dark future.
This image is one of hope and empathy in an unusually shady aspect of mankind. More than once it choked me.