Personal details
- Birth Date: 1978-08-09
- Height: 6′ 2″ (1.88 m)
- Birth Location: Trenton, New Jersey, USA
- Professions: Producer, Additional Crew, Actor
Milan Chakraborty, born August 9th, 1978, over in Trenton, New Jersey—yeah, the same Trenton that’s always claiming to be the birthplace of stuff nobody asked for—has carved out a weirdly fascinating niche for himself in the indie film world. Not everybody knows his face, but his fingerprints are all over some of those smaller movies that stick with you. You know The Lifeguard? That one with Kristen Bell spiraling after a quarter-life crisis, returning home and getting tangled up in questionable decisions? That’s Milan’s handiwork as a producer. He’s got this knack for picking stories that kinda punch you in the gut when you least expect it. Then there’s Where Hope Grows, which is honestly a different vibe. It could have easily turned into cheesy inspiration-porn, but the way it’s handled—thanks in part to Milan’s touch—makes it way more genuine. The film follows a washed-up baseball player finding a lifeline in a friendship with a young man with Down syndrome. It’s warm, it’s awkward, and it doesn’t try too hard, which is rare. And let’s not forget My Friend Dahmer. Milan had his hands in that one too, which, look, it’s not easy making a movie about a teenage Jeffrey Dahmer and not screwing it up. The film doesn’t glorify the guy but digs into that creepy, uncomfortable space of teenage weirdness and isolation. Milan’s definitely not afraid to get his hands dirty with offbeat or risky material. Guy’s not your typical Hollywood suit, and honestly, that’s probably why his movies actually stick.
Grew up in Terre Haute, Indiana. Not exactly Hollywood, right? But that’s kind of the point. Terre Haute’s the sort of place where you know your neighbor’s dog’s name and get your news from the guy at the corner diner. There’s this quiet, slow-burn energy about it—flat land, endless sky, and a vibe that’s part comforting, part claustrophobic. The town’s got this weird charm, too. Old brick buildings, high school football games that everyone shows up to, local legends that get passed around like ghost stories at a campfire. People stick around for generations, and the ones who leave always get pulled back by some invisible string. Growing up there means getting used to the sound of trains at night, knowing every shortcut through cornfields, and figuring out how to make your own fun. You either love it or you plot your escape—maybe a bit of both, honestly.
August 9, 1978
6′ 2″ (1.88 m)
Konidela Ram Charan
Trenton, New Jersey, USA
46 years old