My mom is Navajo, my dad is Bengali, and thanks to that confused colonizer in 1492 who got lost at sea, I’ve spent my life hearing every “both Indian” joke in the (cook)book.
Through the metaphor of bread, this film serves up a take on colonization and stereotypes while also celebrating what both of my cultures have in common: the best breads and the dough-lightful Auntie energy.
A true loaf affair, LEGEND OF FRY-ROTI: RISE OF THE DOUGH brings "the greatest thing since sliced bread" to the next level—NDN/Indian style
I wrote this story because i was kneading a film that felt like my family. as my directorial debut, it's my love letter to my cultures, my love of puns and the dough-slinging chaos that raised me.
this is just the first bite... the best is yet to crumb!
