Given Aamir Khan's recent movies, I expected the film to be melodramatic. I had read that the film was an ode to Bombay and expected it to be an aggrandized portrayal of the city. However, it wasn't either. It was a stitched collage - stories of seemingly parallel lives quirkily intersecting - weaving through the melancholy of Bombay. Incredibly, this movie did not tell what the city does to you or how it does it, rather showed it doing what it does to people.
I liked the movie very much and was reminded of a line from New York Times' review of Arundhati Roy's The God Of Small Things in which it described the book as is "heartbreaking and indelible". The description could easily befit Dhobi Ghat, I felt.
I liked the movie very much and was reminded of a line from New York Times' review of Arundhati Roy's The God Of Small Things in which it described the book as is "heartbreaking and indelible". The description could easily befit Dhobi Ghat, I felt.
