"almost naked, and splendidly formed, he sat on a raised platform near the back, in the middle of the central gangway, and he caught her attention as she came in, and he seemed to control the proceedings. he had the strength and beauty that sometimes come to flower in indians of low birth. when that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god -- not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her."

I stumbled across the DVD of A Passage to India while browsing through the selection at the University of Melbourne library back in 2010.
Before then, I didn't know anything about the book (other than being vaguely familiar with the title in a way we're vaguely familiar with a lot of classic titles.)  I turned the DVD over and read the description on the back, and learned that the story was about the trial of an Indian man accused of sexually assaulting a white woman in the racially charged atmosphere of British Colonial India.

It sounded to me like To Kill a Mockingbird set in India.
I usually dig political and historical films, so this sounded great. 
I borrowed it from the library, and was tremendously disappointed by it.