Sister Midnight

Boisterous and heady, Sister Midnight verily pulses with a dynamic, kinetic thrum as Apte’s electric presence bursts off the screen in every single scene

It's very very sharp, very, funny, and very surprising.

An over-eager, idea-stuffed debut that keeps you engaged with its surprising twists, but which nevertheless could have used a little pruning.


But for all its abrasive agitation, Sister Midnight is also oddly poignant — and quite beautiful...

Endlessly refreshing. So joyous and inventive is each scene that it proves easy to disregard the ambling lack of plot. The actors grasp the singular aesthetic with glee. It has the best goats of the season.

If it runs out of road a bit before the end, and can’t quite decide what the point of everything has been … well, we’ve had a lot of laugh-lines, shocks and ingenious sight gags along the way.

There is more than a little Buster Keaton in Apte’s performance&#59; she occupies the dead center of nearly every frame, reacting to the absurdities around her with a mix of incredulity and resignation.

Sister Midnight delivers tragicomedy through a maze of surreality, where the terrors begin with the mundane and progress rapidly through the wacky and supernatural.

Uma's evolution into a bloodthirsty creature is not one of seduction and mystique, as such journeys are often shown on-screen. Instead, it's a frankly hilarious path of survival, practicality, and personal curiosity.

Radhika Apte devours every second of screen time with hungry relish. An incendiary performance that grabs you by the shoulders and screams in your face to pay attention.