Director: Kamal K M
Synopsis: Charu and her friends share a rented apartment in a sky-rise in Mumbai. All in their mid-twenties, and each hailing from different parts of the country, they have come here to make this bustling metro their home. One day a labourer comes to paint a soiled wall at her house. Irritated that her flat-mate did not inform her, she asks the man to hurry up. A few minutes later, she finds him unconscious on the floor. Charu, panicked and desperate to do what’s right, gets entwined in a series of incidents that take her through the city. Anywhere that might lead her to some identity of the man. Even a name. –Official site
Review: Every day, hundreds of men and women arrive in our metropolises, driven out of their homes by hunger and poverty. They come in search of jobs, a way to feed themselves and their children. They arrive without a name or I.D. Every day, hundreds of boys and girls arrive in our metropolises, driven out of their homes by dreams and desires. They come in search of careers, a way to feed their passion and love for life. They arrive with long names and glossy I.D. Are they really who they say they are? These searing questions are asked in Kamal K M’s I.D.
The film starts out as a thriller, but ends up blurring the lines between documentary and fiction. The flipside of the Mumbai Dream, the chilling underbelly of the Great Indian City is portrayed beautifully in the film. The slum sequences were so unvarnished the sense of reality was overpowering. The strength of the film is the script. The film talks about rural-urban conflict with its visual tone and ambience.
The climax could not have been more eloquent if the director had stood up on a pedestal and made a speech. Faces pass by you, and then blur into other faces. There is nothing concrete, nothing that holds true, no identity. Everything is in chaos. Every face melts into another face. Is that you? Who are you? Who are they? Are they really who they say they are?