Groundbreaking, shocking, exhilarating, hilarious. Never before have I seen a film with a "Smoking Kills" watermark at the bottom of the screen every time someone pulled out a cigarette.

Unfortunately the absurdist premise of this film is barely used effectively. There are funny glimpses here and there like seeing the people at the village give their reactions to the Godard's films but too much time is spent meandering. If the story was engaging or funny you could look past the horrific performances.

The main weakness generally in Indian cinema is the tendency to try to be a million genres at once, which is something that is mentioned in the film. But towards the end it feels like it could not escape its regional tropes with a shoehorned romantic plot and musical montages.

I hated it.