Happy

In a farming village in Punjab, India, our moony young hero crouches over his brother's phone in a rapeseed field near the cell tower, listening out for the occasional rattlesnake. His name is Happy Singh Soni, and he's watching free clips on YouTube of his favorite film, Bande à Part by Jean-Luc Godard. Happy is often compared to a young Sami Frey by the imaginary journalists that keep him company while he uses the family outhouse. Pooing, as he says, en plein air. When he's not sleeping among the cabbages and eating sugary rotis, Happy dreams of becoming an actor, one who plays the melancholy roles; the sad, pretty boys, rare in Indian cinema. After an amusement park buys up the neighboring farms, and his family is fractured by the forces of globalization, Happy saves money for a clandestine journey to Europe, where he'll finally land a breakout role. Little does he know, his immigration is being coordinated by an Italian crime syndicate.