Any. Other. Film.

Rating: 2/10 (25 February 2018)

This film lacks any cohesive narrative which diminishes and distracts from its dramatic impact. You be the judge. A classmate in his hotel management class catches the eye of the adult Saroo, and in the very next scene they are walking separately on opposite sides of the street at exactly the same moment to someone's house, though we don't know whose house or why; in the next scene they are in bed together, though they haven't even shared a kiss; in the next scene they are living together in Tasmania, though we don't know the nature of their relationship or why they chose Tasmania; in the next scene they break up because ... well, we really don't know why; in the next scene they pass each other on an escalator and they're inexplicably back in bed together (in the same scene we learn that she's just returned from New York, though we were never told when, why, or even that she was there); in the next scene we learn that Saroo has quit his job, though we've never seen him working at one; and finally, we learn that Saroo isn't even his real name, though that's what his friends, his family and even his birth mother have always called him.
And the Oscar goes to ... please, another film. Any. Other. Film.