Bheja Fry is not your average Hindi comic-bordering-on-cheesy flick, as is the rule nowadays with the tacky comedies that Bollywood has been regularly churning out in hordes. Rather, the director, Sagar Ballary, does serve decent fare in his maiden project.
The only slip-up – the comic caper turns monotonous half way through the movie. And what had amused the audience in the first part, becomes a droning, dragging piece.
The movie does have its shining moments though. Especially in the form of a certain Mr. Pathak, who sails through the part of a bumpkin taxman, and an aspirant singer, with commendable ease. Ranvir Sheorey, another caricaturized tax-officer, also gets the obligatory number of laughs, though I wish he had more screen space t share with his VJ peer.
Rajat Kapoor, as the smug, pom-pomming music producer, seems to have perfected the suave-smooth-operator-meets-haughty act. Except that it starts getting under your skin, and you’d rather that he stop. And probably show some versatility in his next character portrayal. Puhleeeez - Mr. Kapoor, wait jus yet, before you accept yet another cheque for the same kinda character. Jeeeez. In the movie, his idea of an entertaining Friday night is to invite some buffoon, so that he and his other stuck-up friends can share some good old scotch and delicate hors-de-oeuvres, “harmlessly” laughing at the antics of the chosen idiot of the day. Sounds neat, no?
Sarika, his morally-righteous singer-wife, is a character whom the director probably forgot to draw finely. Her sketchy dialogues, mood-spells, bamboo-purses (I felt one of them had a snake coiled inside it), and badly-pronounced English almost wants you to pay for some diction (and theater) classes. (Isn't it surprising that she didn’t pick up any histrionics from her ex-hubby, Kamal Hasan?)
Milind Soman, he of the Star-Trek-ears-variety, tries to hide them under a month of stubble, and long hair. Pity that he also hides his acting skills, under limited screen space, woody dialogue-delivery, doubling up with laughter, and then gliding away on his superbly-crafted crocodile-leather moccasins, before you would even register that he had walked in, in the first place.
All in all, Bheja Fry is a movie strictly for those who have ample time to spare(and waste). Oh yes, also if you fancy singing along to some songs, that Vinay Pathak insists on singing in bursts and starts, in the entire breadth of the movie. I'm not too sure what would be your movie companion(s)' reaction though. Psssst - it could waver between amusement and ire. As an audience to my friend's crooning, I fell in the former category. :-)
Heard that it is a remake of a French movie - Le Diner De Cons (The Dinner Game).
Haven’t seen it. Don’t think I want to either.
Do you?
2 comments:
I've actually watched Le Diner De Cons ~ when it was playing in theatres in France, while I was visiting my grandparents. I thought it was hilarious. Interesting to know that it was redone, I'll have to check out that film after reading your review :)
Nice blog.
I haven't seen the movie as yet, but I thought I might as well point out that comedies are changing Bollywood, so they no longer are that sucky -- perhaps a new genre. Khosla ka Ghosla, for instance, is a brilliant dark comedy. I was surprised to see that a movie like Pyaar ke Side Effects to be funny, and the direction is refreshing.
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