Koi...Mil Gaya
Ha ha ha ha.
Bahgban
Cliche factory. They keep coming one after the other, relentlessly. Minutes after the mother is forced to sleep in the servant's room, the grand-daughter wears revealing clothes and gets on her boyfriend's bike. The adopted son is more dutiful than the real kids. The daughter-in-law attends kitty parties. The son refuses to get his father's glasses repaired. Modernity vs tradition. Old vs new. Towards the end, the father wins The Booker's Prize (sic) for his debut novel, a la Arundhati Roy. I suppose the sequel will have him write essays against dams and nukes.
On the positive side, Amitabh and Hema make a brilliant pair. Moreover, it was a relief to watch a movie that didn't have songs set in New Zealand passing for Kasauli or Pyar Nagar or whatever. Sindha and I were entertained enough to continue watching till the end, unlike Koi...Mil Gaya where we fell out of our chairs laughing when Hrithik showed up on a motorbike post interval. The TV had to be switched off after that, we couldn't stand it anymore
I've been able to watch most of the latest movies thanks to the friendly neighbourhood cable guy. He's got two channels that happily air the very latest in Hindi, Tamil and Malayalam. He does show English too, but its mainly the Bad Boys 2 variety which I'm not too fond of.