I have just stepped out of the theatre clueless. Clueless as to what was it really? A documentary? A day in the life of Kiran Rao? A dream she had last night? Did she have a story to tell? No. And the characters? All lost souls, hanging in there not knowing what to do.
The film opens with a woman in a taxi capturing Mumbai - the streets, the people, the life! I sat back and awaited what lay ahead of me, with all eagerness. Fifteen, twenty, forty, sixty minutes went by but I waited, (thinking there's got to be something in here), until the screen turned dark and credits started rolling.
It wasn't just me fidgety and cringing in my seat. I could hear people behind me whispering, '15 more minutes to go,' and comments which, honestly, were more entertaining than the dialogues. And then came the final applaud from the audiences. The claps. For it was finally over.
Even if you have all the time in the world, spare yourself the horror!
Even if you have all the time in the world, spare yourself the horror!















