There’s a quiet sting to this one — the sort of story where a man comes home from war expecting applause and instead gets a shrug. After the Curfew follows its ex-freedom fighter as he tries to slip back into normal life, only to find that normal has packed up and left without him. The film moves through small missteps and disappointments, each one landing a little harder than the last.
The lead actor does most of the heavy lifting, giving us a man who doesn’t quite fit anywhere anymore. You feel for him, even when he makes life harder than it needs to be — and that mix of sympathy and frustration is part of the film’s quiet pull.
Usmar Ismail keeps things grounded in the textures of post-revolution Indonesia: dusty streets, tight rooms, and conversations that never quite land. It’s a modest film, a bit uneven, but its honesty lingers. By the end, you’re watching a country — and one man — trying to figure out what happens after the cheering stops.