What the heck did I just watched?
" What the heck did I just watched?"... That was me last night, eyes peeled to the screen, as Sister Midnight torpedoed every neat little genre box I tried to cram it into. One minute I'm snorting coffee through my nose while newly-weds Uma and Gopal bicker over a scorched dal (" Uff, garam hai!" ), the next I'm gaping at a jittery parade of stop-motion zombie goats clip-clopping across a rain-slick Mumbai rooftop - "Run, bakri, run!" echoes a panicked vendor; and I honestly can't tell if I'm supposed to laugh, scream, or both. The film starts like a chatty slice-of-life rom-com, veers into domestic farce, plows straight through psychological horror, then somersaults into neon-drenched fever dream before dissolving in a puddle of monsoon water and raw emotion. By the time Uma roars " Sister… MIDNIGHT! " under a stuttering tube-light, I'm hugging a cushion like it's a life jacket. But here's why this carnival of ...