Resmi Faizal

Azadi (2025) drops you right into the middle of chaos, and honestly, it doesn’t pull its punches. The story kicks off in a city where freedom’s just a word people whisper, not something they actually live. Resmi Faizal leads the charge as a character who’s just over it—tired of being told what to do, tired of watching everyone around her crumble under the weight of rules that don’t make sense. The film’s pulse is rebellion, but not the loud, Hollywood kind. This is gritty, raw, and messy. One minute you’re watching people argue over scraps of food, and the next, there’s this spark—someone dares to hope things can actually change. It’s not all doom and gloom, though. There’s weird humor tucked in, like, you’ll laugh at stuff you’re not even sure is funny because, well, what else can you do? Azadi’s got this whole underground vibe—secret meetings, coded messages, and a soundtrack that honestly slaps. You can almost feel the tension in every scene, like something’s about to blow, but you never know when. Relationships get tangled—friends turn into enemies, enemies become unlikely allies, and trust? Good luck finding it. By the end, you’re left with more questions than answers, wondering if freedom is even possible or just a pipe dream. But man, it gets under your skin. It’s the kind of movie that sticks with you, long after the credits roll, making you rethink what freedom actually means.