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A brilliant scientist is sent to India to sell the genetically modified rice she created to rural farmers, but what she doesn't realize is that it will destroy the very farmers she thinks she's helping.
Basmati Blues is an inoffensive trifle. It does not warrant outrage; it's not bold enough to risk it. Yet there is some heart, and undoubtedly, some ambition.
Watching it is something like watching a play's first full dress rehearsal or a gangly baby deer's initial efforts to stand, where it's the effort that's more engaging than the achievement itself.
This attempt at an American-style Bollywood musical is earnest at best and sappy, naïve, and overly sweet at worst; it does have lively moments, but it mainly inspires aggravation and eye-rolling.
Basmati Blues isn't nearly as bad as some of the online buzz might indicate...and that's actually unfortunate. Instead of vying for a so-bad-it's-entertaining categorization, it falls squarely into the hell of cinematic mediocrity.