Cargo feels like a cheaply made sketch, ultimately proving to be dull and unclear in what it’s trying to achieve. It initially seems poised to be a science fiction drama exploring isolation, centering on Vikrant Massey's character—an employee at a peculiar post-death transition service. He’s spent years working alone on a spacecraft called Pushkar-something, largely cut off from the outside world. The film then attempts to elevate itself by introducing another character, Shweta Tripathi, and shifts its focus toward an emotional narrative about connection and whether or not being unaware of things is always preferable. Due to a lack of sufficient context, the story’s plot—involving deceased individuals sent to this transition agency before being reborn in some form—is quite outlandish, though I'll concede that writer-director Arati Kadav deserves credit for its originality. The narrative fails to adequately explain crucial details and frequently stumbles until one of the main characters delivers a few lines about philosophy or existence while drinking cola from a Styrofoam cup. While I recognize the limitations imposed by a small budget, watching Cargo brought to mind those low-quality comedy routines shown on Indian television during peak viewing hours, complete with artificial laughter and featuring a person as the central focus. Even the spacesuits appear to be constructed from bedsheets. The fact that talented actors like Massey and Tripathi are not given material worthy of their abilities highlights the further shortcomings in both the writing and direction. Despite any avant-garde aspirations, nothing truly comes together, and the film falls short on every front except perhaps the musical score. It would be better to rewatch the HBO series Six Feet Under (2001) or the space movie Gravity (2013) and simply disregard Cargo’s existence, along with the involvement of producers Vikramaditya Motwane and Anurag Kashyap in this technically flawed project for general audiences.

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