There are patches which feel well –observed, especially when they are based in Mumbai’s swish spots—pretty people talking about London flats, and well-attired investment bankers in their offices with a view. And, towards the end, when the reason for the bad blood between the brothers becomes apparent, the outlines of a plot become discernible, and you feel something there.

The well-meaning plot of Fireflies is totally wasted for a singular lack of imagination and the over-dependence on stereotypes . Skip this one, unless you are looking for a depressing movie that only confirms to all norms of cliches in the name of an Indie film.

A painstakingly slow narrative fails to engage your senses…

Fireflies is is one giant cesspool of sadness and agony that is ever-expanding and will engulf every barely happy soul it can get its hand on…

Overall, the ‘darkness’ stays on for way too long, thanks to the troubled characters and their complicated relationships. If you are attracted to such melancholia, go for this one.

It looks good. But it doesn’t really keep you interested in the goings-on. You couldn’t care less about any of the characters. And that’s always a bad sign.

It’s only after intermission that the story picks a bit of a pace and ambles to a more effective arena. But you still keep guessing what’s going on; that’s the beauty of this film. It lacks the punch but keeps you glued.

Fireflies is a well-developed story with a new concept, strong dialogues and an adept cast. However, its slow pace and intense scenes might comes across as bland and uninteresting for people who do not enjoy parallel cinema. However, if you are free this weekend, go watch this film for its refreshing plot and enthralling presentation.

Fireflies is a brave effort, natural and languid for most parts. However, it fails to glow through its foreseeable conflicts and layers, and ends up being a statement in craft over storytelling.