Moksha

There's a raw, tragic ambition buried in "Moksha" that refuses to let you look away, even as the film stumbles through its own contradictions. Vikram's journey from idealistic law graduate to a man consumed by paranoid rage speaks to something deeply human—the way passion can curdle into poison when the world refuses to validate it. Director manages to wring genuine pathos from this descent, and there are moments where you feel the weight of his disillusionment like a physical thing. However, the film's logic becomes increasingly fragile as it barrels toward its climax. The leap from noble bank robbery to premeditated murder feels less like character inevitability and more like the script forcing tragedy for its own sake. Hritika's character, despite what should be her central role, remains frustratingly underdeveloped—she's more plot device than person, which makes the film's central emotional catastrophe land with less force than intended.

What truly undermines "Moksha" is its refusal to interrogate its own premise. A film about an idealist driven to darkness needs to ask harder questions about accountability, delusion, and the line between righteous anger and self-destruction—instead, it treats Vikram's final act as some kind of redemption, a poetic escape rather than the tragedy it actually is. The twist revealing that the wrong person was killed could have been devastating, but it arrives too late and without enough weight to justify everything that came before. The per