Daddu (real name withheld on request) has agreed to write movie reviews for the Grist Mill. He is a closeted Hindi movie fan. Although he doesn't allow his family members to watch degraded movies, he himself goes out and enjoys every movie with his Khap friends. Their families believe that they have gone to panchayat meetings to discuss important social issues. At first, Daddu sent me reviews of the movies that had the word “youth” in their titles, but I explained to him that this was a family blog. Daddu writes in Hindi. I am translating it in English for you.
Mere Dad Ki Maruti: When I sat down to write this review, I realized that these days I forget what had happened in a movie as soon as I get out of the theater. All the boys and girls (chhora-chhori) in the films have the same looks, and all the songs sound the same too. Now that I have promised to write reviews, I can’t go back on my words, so I will try.
Overall, I remember the film as if it were a small poultry farm where chickens were high on drugs. The chickens crowed, crackled, ruffled and floundered, which was all very entertaining.
Now I will strain my memory to tell you the story. There’s a Punjabi boy, Sameer Khullar, whose parents are busy organizing his sister Tanya's wedding functions. His dad buys a red Maruti Ertiga for his daughter and son-in-law as a wedding gift or dowry. The parents want to settle down their daughter with a car and jewelry worth lakhs of rupees. My heart swelled with warmth at this gesture of the caring parents. I plan to show this movie to my grandsons’ prospective brides’ families.
The son resents that the car is not for him. Moron! Son of an owl! Wouldn't he get one from his in-laws at his wedding? But no, the boy doesn't have patience at all. He steals the new car meant for his sister's dowry for a joyride and to ferry a girl named Jazzleen, who likes shooting off her mouth and showing off her legs, to a nightclub, where they gulp alcohol and dance like crazies. Oh God, bestow some good sense on such youngsters. I consoled myself that it was only a movie. If the filmmakers started following our Khap diktats, there would be nothing interesting left in the movies, except for how the lovers would get killed in the end.
Now the boy, Sameer, loses the red Maruti Ertiga, and then in the rest of the movie, he tries to obtain a similar car for his sister’s vidai ceremony, which will be her farewell from home. While the family is busy packaging the paraya dhan, their daughter Tanya, Sameer, along with his girlfriend, the one with long legs, who would soon become a relative too, and his best friend/only friend Gattu—flaps his wings feverishly. I think the movie should have been named, My Sister’s Maruti or Dahej Ki Maruti. To find out if they manage to get a car or find the original car, you have to watch the movie.
Mere Dad Ki Maruti: When I sat down to write this review, I realized that these days I forget what had happened in a movie as soon as I get out of the theater. All the boys and girls (chhora-chhori) in the films have the same looks, and all the songs sound the same too. Now that I have promised to write reviews, I can’t go back on my words, so I will try.
Overall, I remember the film as if it were a small poultry farm where chickens were high on drugs. The chickens crowed, crackled, ruffled and floundered, which was all very entertaining.
The son resents that the car is not for him. Moron! Son of an owl! Wouldn't he get one from his in-laws at his wedding? But no, the boy doesn't have patience at all. He steals the new car meant for his sister's dowry for a joyride and to ferry a girl named Jazzleen, who likes shooting off her mouth and showing off her legs, to a nightclub, where they gulp alcohol and dance like crazies. Oh God, bestow some good sense on such youngsters. I consoled myself that it was only a movie. If the filmmakers started following our Khap diktats, there would be nothing interesting left in the movies, except for how the lovers would get killed in the end.
Now the boy, Sameer, loses the red Maruti Ertiga, and then in the rest of the movie, he tries to obtain a similar car for his sister’s vidai ceremony, which will be her farewell from home. While the family is busy packaging the paraya dhan, their daughter Tanya, Sameer, along with his girlfriend, the one with long legs, who would soon become a relative too, and his best friend/only friend Gattu—flaps his wings feverishly. I think the movie should have been named, My Sister’s Maruti or Dahej Ki Maruti. To find out if they manage to get a car or find the original car, you have to watch the movie.
Rating: Daddu gives 3.5/5 Gobhi ke phool (Cauliflower) to this flick.
Cast:
Sameer Khullar: Saqib Saleem
Jasleen/Jazzleen: Rhea Chakraborty
Gattu: Prabal Panjabi
Sameer's dad Tej Khullar: Ram Kapoor
Sameer’s mom: Savita Bhatti
Sameer’s sister Tanvi: Benazir Shaikh
Tanvi's Fiancé Raj: Karan Mehre
Bhai, a stolen-car dealer: Ravi Kishan
Directed by Ashima Chibber
Theatrical Trailer:
Humourous movie.Typical Punjabi dialogues.It is very interesting.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's interesting :-)
Delete3.5 seems decent. How did you cut the Gobi ka Phool in two equal halves? Isn't that difficult?
ReplyDeleteI have a big sharp knife. But you are right, the half part might be a few milligrams less or more than the other half :-)
DeleteWhen and how will we get rid of these storylines? Do we need a mindset change first?
ReplyDeleteThe filmmakers will say they are reflecting the society, but shouldn't they put disclaimer in such movies, such as, "Asking or giving of dowry can be punished by an imprisonment of up to six months, a fine of up to Rs. 15000 or the amount of dowry (whichever is higher), or imprisonment up to 5 years." :-)
DeleteNow this one is a script for the movies too - Khap panchayat member at the modern Bollywood movies :)
ReplyDeleteGood idea, Suresh! A movie should be made on Daddu's adventures too :-)
Deletei found it ok
ReplyDeleteYeah, it was ok :-)
DeleteRam Kapoor was good
ReplyDeleteYeah, he is awesome :-)
DeleteMovie was a one time watch with some nice performances except Rhea Chakraborty - she had not much to prove.
ReplyDeleteThe girl had absolutely no acting skills, but then most of the film directors think that it is not necessary :O
DeleteSounds like a rehashed version of Hangover to me! Daddu jee, you need to watch better movies :p
ReplyDeleteHa ha.... Daddu is a social person. He watches whichever movie is playing in a theater where his friends from Khap Panchayat decide to have a meeting :-|
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