Pyaasa (Guru Dutt, 1957). This pops up in a few critics' top 10's so i had very high hopes, having enjoyed Dutt's 1959 film Paper Flowers. Here Dutt is a destitute neglected poet who is appreciated by and takes up with beautiful prostitute Waheeda Rehman, after the love of his student life marries an exploitative publisher. Dollops of social satire, especially in the last 1/2 hour (which has a rather o.t.t messianic feel), whereas i prefer the film's sometimes lush sometimes melancholic romanticism and some marvellous visual sequences. There's already a strain of self-pity, cynicism and anger at society, which brought to mind Dutt's suicide in the 1960's. If the film had ended 1/2 hour earlier i might well have ranked it among the greats; no doubt others appreciate the change of tack more.