Of the sheer cornucopia of themes available for movie directors, Bharadwaja picks the death sentence - and that too, the defense of it - as the theme of Pothe Poni. Next, the script uses every possible clichéd, textbook reason to justify its cause, and when it is clear that’s not working, it starts shouting itself hoarse like a Victorian hysteric, the kind Freud used to study repression. When the story starts fainting, exactly like the Victorian we mentioned, even more lungpower is pumped in. By the last scene, Pothe Poni is, literally and figuratively, a deafening cacophony.