In the heart of Mumbai lives Sheikh Reh-man, the city‘s last painter of film posters. His studio is run in the old masters‘ style - behind the screen of "Alfred Talkies“, a crazy old Hindi-Film cinema. He works to a backdrop of film sound - curses, shots, kisses. This is Rehman‘s realm, over which he presides like a painter prince of bygone times. Stripped to the waist, he chivvies his staff, hurling abuse at them whenever they use the wrong colours. Rehman is both artist and guru, comedian and philosopher. The sheer scale of artistic endeavour is strangely divorced from the films themselves: B-pictures, involving lots of shooting and even more fighting. And they have all rattled through the antique projectors so many times, it appears to be snowing on screen. Not that this bothers the audience, who come here mainly to spend three hours under the humming ventilators, recovering from the tribulations of city life.