An observational document of injustice, one which seems to adhere to a marxist historiography and yet it is never overtly assured but always empathetic towards the complexities of political economy. The reverberations of colonialism envelope Bombay, Our City, as the film exhibits how the state itself is an apparatus to serve the interests of the ruling class, one which often turns the people against each other due its cold, mechanical authority which it instills over the populace. In one memorable scene, the Indian Constitution is presented to the audience; this contract is not being honored! Reminded me of the great Roderick T Long's examination of the political implications of a written constitution viewed through the prism of Wittgenstein's "rule-following paradox". Impressively void almost entirely of polemics, which is quite an accomplishment given the grave inequality and injustice the film documents, Bombay, Our City is a harrowing experience and a plea for not only justice but an empathetic hand.
Love of all things cinema brought me here.