When I saw this film at Inox, I knew not how to react as what I saw on screen and what was evoked thereof created a dilemma of sorts. Was this glorification of rampant repression from a bygone era? Was it the effort to put the inner urges, often deviant, at forefront and provoke us to question the social mores that seem to have sanctions on subliminal levels? Or was it the director seeking a fresh foray with Bollywood stars and Bollywood moneybags, to set the cash registers ringing with the sex-starved masses flocking to the theatres? There have been many a controversy since the release of the film and most critics have panned the movie while commercially it has received a better response than Rituparno Ghoshs Hindi film Raincoat that had starred Aishwarya Rai. The film has its cinematically well-crafted moments as well as emotionally charged, poignant overtures. But where it fails basically is to fashion and nurture the sexual awakenings and urges of the aristocratic womenfolk juxtaposed against the tragic tale of the ill-fated second wife who is doomed irrespective of the scheme-of-things and is beyond any respite. Soha Ali Khan, Jackie Shroff and Abhishek Bachchan look visually perfect but, performancewise, Roopa Ganguly and Biswajit Chakraborty definitely steal the show. On the whole, the film is watchable but eminently forgettable.