Having, said that, there are innumerable things to applaud. Mumbai is once again the centre for presenting the desolation, exploitation, the dilemmas and desperation. Hansal uses the lanes not to provide a tour to tempt but to haunt just like our protagonists gets to. As Deepak goes shop to shop seeking for a job with optimism in his eyes and the way he is rebuffed makes you anxious.
After being snubbed everywhere he finally grabs one at a private security agency not because of his army background but for being a puppet entertaining his seniors with less humorous jokes.
His wife too seeks a job and gets one undesirably as a bar dancer. Her interviewer scans her top to bottom, asks her to turn around until she finally breaks down in tears but is cheered up soon.
