First-timer Rahul Jain takes his cameras in a textile factory right
outside of Calcutta in search of answers. What he
emerges with is a poetic, humanistic look at a sweatshop that leaves its
didacticism at the front door. The ending, in which his
subjects ask the man behind the camera how he will actually
help them feels
like a damning indictment of first-world complicity, third-world
exploitation and the whole notion of social-justice docmaking in one fell swoop.