reviews n images of royston abel's "flowers" were stunning!...jumped at it when mukul offered us a couple of tickets. evocative, beautiful, sensuous, stark, dreamy, arresting, aromatic...was all these n more when we entered the theatre at prithvi...but within the first fifteen minutes, it seemed more like some esoteric porn ...rajit perched high up on a supine hard-on ruminating about lust n guilt n love torn ...in the worst monotone accompanied by some atmospheric sounds that together lulled me to deep wonderful slumber!...
...woke up to realise i had missed the climax!! damn!...(of course i'm lying!!)
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