The (Varanasi) cinema we were in was as clean as any back home, and hence the cleanest place we saw in our three weeks in India. In many ways it was better than Irish cinemas, with adjustable backrests and the option to order food/drinks from a porter, brought straight to your seat. Seating was also categorised, with the more central seats costing more, and with typical Indian fussiness the seats were numbered. For a film that wasn't necessarily a guy movie, it was strange in that the audience was almost exclusively male, with maybe one or two females in the whole cinema.
As for the film itself, well let's just say it lived up to my Bollywood expectations. With the film being entirely in Hindi, bar the odd song chorus, guessing the plot was where we had the most fun. Our attempted synopsis is: Billu Barber is a barber in a small town. Sahir Kahn is a movie megastar, and hugely admired throughout the world (India). Sahir Kahn just so happens to be shooting a movie in the small town Billu Barber lives in. And it turns out that Billu Barber is Sahir Kahn's long lost brother. We're honestly convinced that was the storyline.
Throw in random singing and dancing scenes and that was what we watched. At times it was so cheesy (“Sahir Kahn, he's the man!”) that I had to work overtime to contain my laughter, for fear of offending the two young Indians sitting next to me who were really enjoying it. I think us Westerners can be content with Hollywood for now.
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