While Bollywood seems mired in propaganda filmmaking, where history is twisted into chest-thumping nationalism and dissent painted as villainy, the cinematic soul can grow weary very easily. Add to that the world outside the theatre, where ironic twists of fate cause right-wing pundits like Charlie Kirk—a loud opponent of gun control—to get shot. In moments like these, the heart and mind need a different kind of cinematic nourishment. Not another sermon disguised as cinema, but something scrappy, pulpy, Nazi-slashing, and gloriously strange. A film like Freaky Tales, with its astral projection and Oakland punks battling fascists, is exactly that. I...