Narrative meanders in portions. Screenplay is streteched out in parts. The amateurish, rough touches remain real still. So does the movie. Throughout. It’s the nearest we’ve got to an honest Indian take on the Wonder Years, set in early ’70s American suburbia.

While entertaining her audiences throughout, the writer-director, with a firm voice of her own, still manages to keep things artistic, without its pretensions; a lot of times, even poetic, literally, with profound poetry on love and life that you wish to hear again: “Aankhon mein hairaaniyan lekar chal rahe ho? Toh zinda ho. (You still walk with amazement in your eyes? You’re alive).” This is rare.

There’s refreshing honesty in a smart madcap movie that never holds itself back.

Violence is comical, as kinky porn would be to an average adult. Gore is graphic, but pretty much for the shocking sake of it.

Insecure shock jocks usually kill the fun with sound and special effect alone – comedy, being the instant flip side of spook. You don’t laugh here, never. You just wish to know what’s going on, or what happens next.

The realism gently, warmly sucks you in. You sit back, sometimes reminisce, mostly observe. The take-home for the viewer is entirely experiential. As with all good experimental films.

Shor, or constant noise, is clearly the irrepressible energy of the Mumbai air. Was Suketu Mehta’s stupendous Maximum City a film, it’d come close to this. No prizes for guessing, pirate Tilak is really fond of Paulo Coelho’s Alchemist!

It just about makes for an enticing thriller here. There’s probably an even better film when compressed. But if you stay ‘susegaad’, relaxed, laidback, it’s unlikely that you’ll regret the promise of entertainment this picture meets in major portions. That, as you’d know, is saying a lot.

They reveal a rapidly expanding new India, with a newer, more confident voice. An outsider’s persistence and talent are finally turning out to be fine levelers. Doors of their workplace don’t appear locked from the inside anymore. Small town is subsequently big. In Bollywood. As in cricket. Wedding’s the other middle Indian obsession. That’s what this film’s about. You should definitely take these guys up on the invitation.

I know, the next time you miss your husband: you’d unlock the gun. Reload the bullets. Aim again! Sorry for that poor Internet joke. But yeah, you needn’t miss this partly captivating movie either.