I was introduced to a well-made Bangladeshi film -The Clay Bird - recently. It is a moving tale of a young boy and his family trapped in the circumstances of rural Bangladesh and the turmoil of late 1960s. By sheer coincidence I also met its lead actor, Rokeya Prachi recently. Will write about her soon.
On the film: I liked this verdict from the Washington Post -
The power of this quiet little film lies in the lyricism of its images of life on Bangladesh’s waterways and in its towns (some scenes will remind viewers of Jean Renoir’s 1951 classic “The River”), and in the naturalistic performances from its cast of mostly nonprofessional actors. These are the most indelible and poetic elements of “The Clay Bird,” and they’re sure to haunt audiences long after the film’s historical points have been taken to heart.