We open on the dub: a voice layered in time, familiar but slightly off. Emotions arrive in rounded, polite syllables where ragged grief should gouge. Laughter comes like someone flipping a page politely in the next room. The soundscape is too neat—every exhale a tidy thing. The Hindi voice actors, talented on their own, have been given lines that fit the lip shapes but not the cadences of the characters’ pain. The result is an uncanny valley of feeling: what was intimate in the source becomes decorative in the dub.