Anjan Dutta seems to be stuck in a time warp, in which his films describe the travails of youngsters wanting to enter the music scene. Biographical elements, possibly. This film is no different. What is appreciable in Dutta's films is the whole range of non-filmy characters, each one quirky, each one with a personal ghost, each one with a personal tragedy. Such characters make Dutta's films very watchable, although the slow pace of some may bring about a few yawns.
This film too is cast in the same mould. Very melodious English-Bengali songs are a continuous feature in the background. The characters are vulnerable, tragic and wholly believable. There are many loose ends, but then life itself has so many loose ends. The loose ends treatment make the film realistic and very watchable, if not very entertaining.