‘Love in Bombay’ is a film that -- if you ran into on TV at the sort of hour when most channels are only showing infomercials selling miracle products -- you might well smile at. It is a goofy film involving a shipwreck, loony lovers, Waheeda Rehman dancing on a scarlet sportscar, strange villains, stentorian fathers and the inimitable Rajendra Nath. There is all this, yes, but there is also a bad script, one that criminally wastes the talents of Kishore Kumar and direction that lacks in finesse. It isn’t the breeze it should be, and while that just makes the film an unremarkable period oddity to point and laugh at on TV, the light of the big screen is much harsher. All in all, the flick is a curio, a piece of history, a fragment of a time that was. Letting us gaze at it is a great idea. Expecting it to compete with films shot six months ago, on the other hand, is dead wrong. And having tickets with their stubs intact is just heartbreaking.