Where the washermen do the laundry

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Can't make my mind up about Dhobhi Ghat - about whether its good or bad - its a very different movie even for the genre of hyperlink cinema. The casting is great and so is the cinematography. A lonely acoustic lends its solitude to the background score just as beautifully as the myriad emotions that have been portrayed by the various (and somewhat lesser known) actors. The movie expects distinct taste and a certain level of maturity from the audience. Yet holds you to it in the 95 minute relentless relay of a vaguely outlandish but strangely familiar story. While the plot is interwoven well and shows you the two sides of the coin that Mumbai is, it ends abruptly and in fact, the end of the story is left to one's imagination.

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Post scripts
For the non-Indian readers Dhoby Ghaut (as it is pronounced) in the Indian language of Hindi (in which it it written as धोबी घाट) refers to the place where the washermen do the laundry.
This has nothing to do with the movie per se but the name reminds me of Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station in Singapore (near Mustafa from where we used to hoard up food stuff for the many mid-night nibbles) and the many trips to and from Harbourfront MRT station. Ah, college days!