New Delhi, May 9 -- Ritwik Pareek's film opens with the image of a temple on a hill after dusk, prayer bells on the soundtrack. This gives way seconds later to shots of distant highway traffic and a great reverberating spaghetti western guitar chord. A man stumbles out of a dive bar, slurs a farewell "Jai siya Ram" and rides off into the night. In the world of Dug Dug, the distance between sacred and profane can be covered in one drunken lurch.

The opening stretch, around 11 minutes, is as mesmeric as anything I've seen in this decade of Indian film. Walking out of the bar, the man stands in semi-darkness, takes a swig from a quarter bottle, tries to light a beedi. He's successful on his third try. At this exact moment, lights come on ov...