I saw it last week (free tickets), though have never read the Deborah Moggach novel it's based on. Great cast, obviously (especially Maggie Smith, for once playing a working-class racist, and Tom Wilkinson, who is good in almost anything, no matter how dubious) though they're all phoning in performances, and there are so many main characters, no one gets much screen time. Nice to look at, and perfectly pleasant in many ways, but also tiresomely clichéd (imagine every stock Western take on India in film form and it's in there - poverty, sunsets, temple processions involving elephants, the Kama Sutra, beaming kids playing cricket) and patronising (Dev Patel playing a stereotype).
The other odd thing is that although the scenario has a bunch of people who are supposed to be elderly coming to live in a cheap Indian retirement home because of poverty/loneliness in the UK, some of the cast are visibly in their very early sixties, some way off retirement, and all are in very good nick. Bill Nighy is about sixty odd, so it's very weird to see him and Penelope Wilton being shown around a retirement flat with the estate agent pointing out panic buttons and balance rails around the walls!
Having said that, it was considerably more enjoyable than the turgid A Dangerous Method, which was woeful.