On the face of it, this is a sweet document of two giants from different cultures on equal footing. But here is a dampener from Donald Spoto's Hitchcock book, condensing the director's trip into a sentence: 'For seven weeks they endured airplane delays, foul weather, uncongenial menus, and the demands for attention by hopeful Asian actors.'
So here are iconic performers in a new context, where it's possible to imagine them just a little diminished, or not fitting into another realm. I'm a bit of a Streep sceptic (which is not to say I don't think she's a wonderful actor). But her Loretta is such a marvellous conceit, it almost makes you think about that parallel universe where even someone of Streep's talent might not have made it.
Similarly, Kumar doesn't become a lesser legend because a Hollywood filmmaker didn't mull working with him. But it's a reminder that greatness doesn't always transcend place and time, and an icon in one context might be a supplicant in another.