Anoop Trivedi

Pyre (2024) rolls out like a slow burn, simmering with tension you can practically taste. The story’s got this haunting, almost suffocating vibe, set in a remote village where old traditions refuse to die, no matter how much the world outside changes. Anoop Trivedi, honestly, just nails it—his performance isn’t showy, but there’s this heaviness to him, like he’s carrying the weight of centuries on his back. The movie kicks off with a tragedy, a young bride’s death, and just spirals from there. The villagers, stuck in their ways, insist on following rituals that’ll make your skin crawl. People talk about “progress,” but here, it’s just an idea, not reality. What really sticks with you is the silence—uncomfortable, drawn-out, the kind that makes you squirm. Every character’s got secrets, and you’re never quite sure who’s on whose side. There’s barely any music—just the sounds of daily life and those long, echoing silences. It’s all about what’s *not* said. You can see the fear in people’s eyes, the way they avoid looking at each other, the way gossip travels faster than fire. By the end, you’re left questioning if anyone really escapes their past, or if the pyre keeps burning, feeding on every new generation. It’s bleak, sure, but it sticks with you. Not a popcorn flick—more like something that creeps under your skin and stays there.