Less convincing, though, are the scenes set in the kind of India Team America might visit: likely added as a sop to international investors, practically every scene comes drenched in the kind of sitar that was once found in curry house ads, and the clumsy way in which Ramanujan’s arranged marriage is handled, does not compare with the precision of observation that can be found in the Cambridge scenes. He gets a polite biopic, courtesy of sophomore director Matthew Brown, which even manages to obscure a low budget with the feat of actually shooting in Trinity College, Cambridge. The result is a lot like making a film about Miles Davis where he doesn’t pick up a trumpet. There's little evidence of Ramanujan’s revolutionary ideas on display.
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