One hell of a trip!
Watched it at a decent multiplex over last weekend, and though the first 10/15 minutes of the movie passed by uneventfully, clues for what was to come after lay in the lyrics of the songs playing by then, with not much in terms of meaning tying words together.
Sprinkled liberally with some choice phrases that are memorable, not just for being random, but for the fact that they're so well-written, in spite of being the connectors that do not connect. The movie's limited budget doesn't detract from its enjoyment, or its entertainment value. I wasn't drunk when I watched this and wish I was; perhaps that's the best way to savor this one - teetotalers unfortunately won't 'get' it.
Audacious film-making: one wonders why Kuku/Kamal Swaroop didn't make more. One also wonders how they got this made in the first place. Would have been a tough sell for anyone, no matter if the people they sold this to knew the meaning of 'post- modernist' or other adjectives used to describe the genre this movie supposedly dabbles in.
'Babloo from Babylon' indeed. Not for everyone though, and I will Not be a pretentious ass and say I 'got' it. However, I did have a great time at the movies with this one, and I don't think everyone will be able to replicate that experience.