In a twist that borders on irony, screenings of Shatak are reportedly playing to empty halls. 100 years of nation building, cadre building, and holding nationalistic pride on a pedestal were not enough to summon enough people, it seems. Some screenings are withdrawn for lack of an audience.
When I was booking my ticket to painstakingly endure this “masterpiece”, two shows were cancelled in a span of 12 hours. My friends in other cities inform me of similar (non) responses. The show I watched had two couples in dim rows seeking anonymity rather than ideological illumination. For an organisation that has long valorised discipline and self-fashioning celibacy among its pracharaks, this sort of optics are unintentionally comic.

