It doesn’t make any sense for Ship of Theseus to work in a country that pushes films like Race, Dabangg, Ghajini, Housefull, Rowdy Rathore, and Chennai Express into the ₹100-crore club. It has three separate strands that float into one another. Its dialogue borders on bombast. It explores philosophical concerns that hardly anyone has time to play with after the teens. Its ideas are intangible, its moments of clarity ephemeral. Worst of all, it merited rave reviews from critics at the