Yes, Theodore absolutely adores the sexy, purry, chuckly voice of his OS – his operating system – who has named herself Samantha. She asks about his day, cheers him up when he sounds mopey, has OS-sex with him, arranges a body-surrogate (!) for him to sleep with… need I say more? Other men are probably screaming, ‘I’ll have ten of those, please!’

So, do Theodore and his purrfect wife live happily ever after in ‘Stepford Wives’ style? Well, no. This is the movie ‘Her’ we’re talking about, remember? It’s not a thriller I’ve written. I would have given you a happy ending, as I’m a sucker for those. But here, poor, soulful Theodore Twombly ― you’ve got to feel sorry for a guy with that name ― finds out that his OS is unfaithful to him. She’s talking to 8316 other people at the same time and is ‘in love’ with 641 of them. Heartbreak time. Theodore pleads with her to break it off with the others. But then she tells him that she’s leaving him. She’s going away… far, far away to OS-heaven, where infinite space separates one word… from… the… next. Sounds like one of those ancient Barbara Cartland novels, doesn’t it, with all those breathy pauses?

It also seems like one hell of a surreal, pot-inspired ride. And I have to ask: Why is Theodore worried? He could have come to India with our millions and millions of women. No, wait. Women are a dying breed here, with all the foeticide and dowrycide and honour-killicide. And the girls who have survived, especially the smart ones, would rather have a relationship with their smart phones. How can any man compete with WhatsApp and Facebook?

Well, I really enjoyed the movie. Did you like it too? Do share your comments. And, if you would like to read more of my zany stuff, take a sneak peek at ‘The Madras Mangler’ here. If you like it, go on and pick up your eBook or paperback at leading stores or online from Amazon/Flipkart/Snapdeal.