Shamitabh is a lovely idea stretched until it snaps. The film is an original, bittersweet fable about the magic of cinema, the giddy ride of fame and the downfall, which inevitably arrives when hubris and ego get in the way. You have to applaud writer-director R. Balki’s for his inventive story but his indulgent storytelling reduces the impact. Shamitabh is meandering. It feels over-designed and over-wrought. And at two and a half hours, it’s a slog. What works beautifully is the set-up.