[sighing-type noise] Browsing the shelves of the video store, I came across this and picked it up simply because I remembered Aamir was in it. And so I found myself in a bad case of wrong movie, wrong time. When you're feeling confused and sad about relationships, don't watch a movie like this; if you're like me (and I think you might be, a little bit, since you enjoy Bollywood-type depictions of emotions), the sadness and hurt of these people are going to get to you in a way you wish they wouldn't, even though the story bears absolutely no resemblance to your actual situation.
This seemed a well-acted film; I appreciated its moments of humor; I squealed with delight when I could hear the Beatles in the background of the birthday party (Beatles and Aamir, all in one scene? What else could I ever want?); the little boy was the least annoying film child I've encountered in a long time; I was pleased that I couldn't completely write off either of the adults, despite their questionable choices, showing a more nuanced situation than we usually get in Bollywood. And that's maybe why it was difficult for me to watch - it's the subtle and complex parts of life that stay with you longest, that are the hardest to find your way in. That mean the most.
Aside to costume person: Aamir rocked the undershirt-as-shirt thing. (No, I won't call it by its more common and completely vile name.) Somehow it added to the rumpled, tired, devoted thing. The OC is ten years late on that.