Aman Cheema

Aman Cheema’s name has been buzzing lately, and not just in indie film circles. The guy’s got two 2024 releases—Sector 17 and Plaster—that people keep talking about. Let’s be real, Sector 17 isn’t your average by-the-numbers drama. It dives headfirst into the raw, gritty underbelly of a city that’s almost a character itself. You’ve got neighborhoods with secrets, people who’d rather keep their mouths shut, and that constant tension where you just know something’s about to pop off. Cheema weaves together all these tangled lives—some desperate, some just trying to get by, and all bumping into each other in ways you don’t see coming. The whole thing feels urgent, like every scene could explode. Now, Plaster? Complete 180. It’s quieter, but don’t mistake that for soft. This one’s about wounded folks—physically, emotionally, you name it—trying to patch themselves up (sometimes literally). Cheema doesn’t sugarcoat the messiness of healing, either. He leans into awkward silences, shattered dreams, those moments when you want to look away but you can’t. The film’s not afraid to let characters sit in their pain, or their weird little victories. It’s all very intimate, sometimes even claustrophobic, and yet there’s this stubborn little pulse of hope running through it. Honestly, with both films, Cheema’s got this knack for picking at the scabs of real life, but he never slips into melodrama. It’s all just…raw and weirdly beautiful.