Say, since when does a New York desi living the good life in a plush, sea-facing apartment in Mumbai with a maid on hand to make and serve tea get her clothes washed by the Dhobi, an almost bygone relic from a different era.
Hellloo, washing machine!
Executives at GE, LG, Samsung et al if are you reading this, a huge opportunity beckons.
And since when does a NRI daughter of a millionaire builder moving around in fancy, chauffeured cars seek close friendship with a humble Dhobi, do a photo portfolio for him and importune him to show her around the city?
Boy, would we love to meet such babes (small tits notwithstanding), particularly if they are willing to jump in bed with you after the first meeting and the next morning tell you how cool it was. As the girl does in this movie.
Phony Tale
Dhobi Ghat a.k.a Mumbai Diaries (written and directed by Kiran Rao) has a phony air to it, largely due to Kiran Rao’s abortion of a story.
Notwithstanding the title, there’s not much of Dhobi Ghat (washermen’s workspot) seen in this unconvincing triangular love story.
Strangely (given the English title Mumbai Diaries), Mumbai, the pulsating, throbbing city of dreams and sole survival hope for millions of desperate, starving Indians, never comes to life though we’re treated to a few hackneyed shots of heavy rains accompanied by cliched lines, local trains and, of course, the must-show Gateway of India edifice.
And the four key characters are not really interconnected as you might have been led to believe by the trailer.
Fresh Faces Delight
Tired as we’re of endless subjection to duffers like Abhishek Bachchan, Akshay Kumar, Salman Khan, Kareena Kapoor et al making monkeys of themselves in movie after movie, it pleased us no end to see three fresh faces. Continue reading »
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