Ghost in the Cell (Joko Anwar, 2026)

“This is Indonesia, not Norway,” the protagonists of Joko Anwar’s horror comedy Ghost in the Cell keep reminding each other as a means of explaining their dismal circumstances. The prison they’re confined within isn’t so different from the wider society, and even while inside they’re subject to the same hypocrisies, hierarchies, injustices and inequalities as they were outside. Ghosts, however, cannot be bound by prison walls and will seek bloody vengeance down to the last angry man.

Indeed, one of the ghost’s characteristics is that it seems to feed on negative energy, targeting the angriest man it can find to sustain itself. It generally manifests as a kind of doppelgänger in which the victim is essentially confronted by themselves, their own rage and frustration turned back on them. To that extent, the message seems to be that in the end your anger will consume you if you don’t do something to mitigate it, forcing the men to take advantage of the tools they’ve been given to calm themselves such as prayer and dancing. Every so often during a fight, one of the men will call out that their friend’s aura is turning red which places them at risk of being targeted by the ghost, so they should immediately bust out some dance moves to improve their mood.

But at the same time, their anger can be a powerful weapon if turned in the right direction as de facto leader of the prisoners Anggoro (Abimana Aryasatya) later says. Many of them are in here because of some kind political manipulation. He was cheated out of his house by land sharks who wanted to build a luxury resort, so he tried to rob them but got caught and ended up in prison. One of the other men is a university professor who tried to expose corruption in his institution but was framed for theft and incarcerated. “It’s easier to survive in this country if people think you’re dumb,” he later reflects on reassuming his intellectual persona during the mini revolution provoked by the arrival of the ghost.

Dimas (Endy Arfian) ought to understand this better than anyone after being framed for the brutal murder and dismemberment of his boss. He’d just finished an article on the illegal clearing of a protected forest to build a nickel mine with investment from people in the government. His editor did not, however, want the hassle of publishing it especially as the paper is on its last legs. He objects to Dimas’ focus on the series of mysterious deaths that have taken place there, something he describes as better suited to a trashy clickbait outlet whereas their last remaining readership has stuck around for their rigorous reporting. The implication being that rigorous reporting is not sustainable in Indonesia, though another prisoner suggests that Indonesians care more about celebrities than their own lives and journalists have simply followed the money to give them what they want with a constant flow of salacious stories to distract them from the bigger issues such as the inherent corruption in their society.

This corruption exists within the prison too as one wing is dedicated to hosting corrupt politicians who live in luxurious cells with fridges and air conditioning. They can even leave whenever they want and treat prison like some kind of retreat where they can deflect press interest while basically carrying on doing the same things while inside. The irony is that both the prison warden and the corrupt politician behind the nickel mine were both once former activists who wanted Indonesia to be a better place. The warden joined a political party because he thought he could change it from inside before coming to the conclusion that nothing was going to change, and if you can’t beat them, join them. “In Indonesia it’s the survival of the fittest,” he explains, “they call it corruption, I call it reward for the smarts.”

In a way, perhaps that’s the real ghost in the cell, the imprisoned spectre of their youthful idealism. “We just need to save ourselves,” the warden tells his underling, an argument immediately countered by Anggoro who points out that they could all continue to prioritise their own survival, but the ghost will come for them in the end unless they work together to try to stop it. The message seems to be that they could save Indonesia too, if only they stopped allowing themselves to be distracted and remained united. Reminiscent of Silence of the Lambs, the ghost likes to create gruesome and ironic tableaux of its victims while itself perhaps distracted, sating its lust for vengeance while searching for the real source of injustice, but only finally finding it when the people work together for a common cause.


Ghost in the Cell is on digital platforms 26 October 2026 from Blue Finch Film Releasing.

Trailer

Gundala (Joko Anwar, 2019)

“If we see injustice before our eyes and do nothing then we’re no longer humans” the idealistic father of a future superhero instructs his young son, trying to impart a sense of humanitarianism as a basic moral good. It’s a lesson the boy will find himself unlearning and resuming later, his innocence well and truly destroyed by an often cruel and cynical society only to be reawakened to the idea that it doesn’t need to stay that way. Among the most recognisable names of Indonesian cinema, Joko Anwar turns his hand to the creation of a local comic book cinematic universe, adapting the 1969 comic Gundala by Harya “Hasmi” Suraminata for the present day filtering contemporary Jakarta through classic Gotham. 

Operating as an origin story for the titular hero, Gundala opens with the young hero Sancaka (Muzakki Ramdhan) unable to prevent his father’s (Rio Dewanto) death due to his fear of electrical storms when he is first set up by a duplicitous factory boss and then assassinated while leading a protest for fair pay and conditions. Soon after, Sancaka loses his mother (Marissa Anita) too after she is forced to go to the city for work and never returns. Ending up a ragged street kid, he’s saved from an attack by a rival gang by an older boy (Faris Fadjar Munggaran) who teaches him how to protect himself physically and mentally by convincing him that the only way to survive on the street is keep his head down and walk on by even if it looks like others are in trouble. 20 years later the adult Sancaka (Abimana Aryasatya) is an aloof young man working as a security guard at a print house where his sympathetic mentor Agung (Pritt Timothy) begins to remind him of his father in his conviction that “living is no use if you stop caring and only think about yourself”, while he also finds himself defending the woman next-door, Wulan (Tara Basro), and her young brother Teddy (Bimasena Prisai Susilo), from hired thugs sent to intimidate them because of their involvement in a protest against the forced redevelopment of a local marketplace.  

Events seem echo around him. The major villain Pengkor (Bront Palarae) is also an orphan but on the opposing side as the son of a cruel plantation owner murdered by his not altogether ideologically pure workers whose desire for fair pay and conditions he had resolutely ignored. According to cynical politician Ridwan (Lukman Sardi), Pengkor became a union organiser of his own, leading an uprising at the abusive orphanage he was placed into by a cruel uncle hoping he’d die and free up the inheritance, thereafter becoming a kind of godfather to the fatherless with a thousands strong army of eternally grateful orphans he saved acting as sleeper agents for a coming revolution. 

Pengkor’s nefarious plan involves fostering a conspiracy surrounding contaminated rice said to make the unborn children of the women who eat it turn out “immoral”, a generation of psychopaths unable to tell right from wrong. Fairly unscientific, it has to be said, but playing directly into the central questions of the nature of “morality” in a “immoral” society. Can it really be “moral” for bosses to exploit their workers and get away with it, for politicians to cosy up to gangsters and remain complicit with corruption, and for a man like Pengkor to be the only hope for orphaned street kids otherwise abandoned and ignored by a wilfully indifferent society? Pengkor decries that hope is the opiate of the masses, but that’s exactly what Gundala eventually becomes for them in his “electric” ability to resist, eventually rediscovering his humanity as he designates himself as the embodiment of “the people” pushing back against the forces of oppression and seeming at least to win if only momentarily.  

Young Sancaka’s fear of lightning is, in essence, a fear of his power and his social responsibility something he is quite literally shocked into accepting. In a world of quite striking social inequality, he finds himself the lone defender of the oppressed whose very existence spurs others, including previously cynical politician Ridwan, into rediscovering their own humanity in the resurgent hope of a better future. As someone puts it, peace never lasts long but you keep fighting for it because every moment is precious. Not so much a battle of good versus evil as a battle for the meaning of good, Anwar’s Gundala recalibrates the anxieties of the late ‘60s for the modern era and creates an everyman hero not only to resist them but to foster a spirit of resistance and humanity in the face of heartless cynicism. 


Gundala streams in Poland until 6th December as part of the 14th Five Flavours Film Festival.

Original trailer (English subtitles)