Lyrical and deliberately paced, Amar follows a 14 year-old Indian boy at the top of his class who would someday like to be a teacher. The focus is simply on Amar’s daily routine. We watch life, with all its tiny idiosyncrasies, play out.  Amar wakes up. He dresses and heads off to his first early morning job. When he takes a moment from his daily routine and reads a newspaper, it’s as if we are witnessing a silent moment of triumph, presented with no artificial fanfare. He also happens to be his family’s main breadwinner, working two jobs six and half days a week. But, this film isn’t an analysis of Amar’s misery or an expose on his suffering. No, it’s instead a quiet celebration of the human spirit–of a boy whose tenacity and quiet resolve carry him through every day. In the end, the film is not attempting to make some grand, profound statement. It’s not requesting that we view Amar has some sort of hero or metaphorical beacon of light. It just asks that we pay attention—give up nine minutes of our lives  to halt our lamentations of the world and remember, if just for a moment, that there truly is beauty left.