Last night I saw the Australian movie, The waiting city, which is about a 30-something couple trying to adopt a child in Calcutta. She's a workaholic lawyer, he's a musician recovering from depression, and this film explores their relationship and how it stands up to the pressures of a fairly stressful situation and environment, with some other conflicts thrown in. The film is resplendent with the textures, flavours and sounds of India -- definitely the highlight for me, closely followed by some great performances. The portrayal of India felt truly authentic, and its impact on both the main characters seemed profound.
All the same, I was left largely unmoved on an emotional level by this film, even though I did care about the characters and some difficult stuff happened to them. Maybe it was the contrivances, I don't know. I did feel a sense of satisfaction with the ending, so perhaps all the other bad stuff was simply 'meant to be'.