Two brothers, travelling together. Usually the younger one gets lost, and we panic for his life. Here, the teenager gets lost, and since we relate to a 5-year-old's innocence, we understand his harrowing journey from Calcutta's perilous slums, to adoption in Australia. But he's detached from his identity - so decades later, he comes back, searching for his roots. The bitter truth of immigration is: the man would be extremely lucky to find anything familiar back home. Brooklyn was the last movie I remember playing out the cruelty of immigration. But any movie pales compared to this masterpiece of a story.
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