Shweta Tripathi and Vikrant Massey’s science fiction film Cargo is written and directed by Arati Kadav. Cargo has a calculatedly monotonous structure for a while, but even better, you may find yourself asking the same questions you did in the Kore-eda film, which was about leaving the dead souls with one memory for the rest of eternity.
Cargo is a diffident film in every sense. Its world is modest, filled with old-fashioned contrivances like a dial-type TV set and a manual paper shredder. The film has a charming “actors in a modest set” feel that takes you back to old Doordarshan shows like Indradhanush or Space City Sigma, but with better lighting. But within these means and determinations, Cargo leaves us with the modest satisfaction of watching the last few days of a man who’s due to retire and who needs to “fix” himself.
The story of the movie surge us over many sort of misgivings. The director and editor (Paramita Ghosh) manufacture a serene atmosphere where “human” emotions appear to have excelled the cycle of life and death. The film’s biggest conquest is its series of scenes involving the “cargo”, each of whom brings with them the paraphernalia they had on their person at the time of dying. The movie has a dazzling writing decision: it fills the screen with color in an organic manner. Like the best sci-fi, Cargo makes us wonder about something unknowable: what happens to us when we die.
You should definitely watch the Sci-Fi ‘Cargo’ on Netflix.