Thanks to Ali for looking into this little problem. But anywho, here's my complete review of the film:
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Based on Ruskin Bond's short story. This film's premise is incredibly far-fetched, its mystic meanderings exceedingly contrived. In lesser hands, it would be merely the most pretentious film of the year. But Bhardwaj and his cast tackle the material with real dramatic conviction, and its ultimate impact (concluding with one of the year's most quietly haunting images) somehow manages to transcend both the film's stylized artsiness and its spiritual silliness.
The actors really flesh out their characters, which would, in lesser hands, likely come off fatally one-dimensional. John Abraham doesn't match his No Smoking performance in terms of dramatic intensity, but his creepiness works well here, and Irrfan Khan's poet turned hardKore-sex freak is on-par(as strange as it may be) with any of his best performance. Priyanka Chopra is mostly superb, too, though she occasionally seems (rather ironically) like she's acting out of that What's Your Raashee?. As Priyanka Chopra's first husband, Neil Nitin Mukesh gives perhaps the film's finest performance and certainly its most affectingly understated.
While I have more than a few reservations about this film, but the film's effective key principal performances & Bhardwaj's visual chic that I'm tempted to overlook them.