Desi Boyz
The story of a
couple- two beefy hunks here-their bonding, their travails post recession in
the US and the sub plots of their love lives-with their women thankfully, and a
sweet as cotton candy nephew needs no
smattering of grey cells. Pink slips post recession leaves Nick Mathur (John
Abraham) an investment banker, with Jerry aka Jignesh (Akshay Kumar), his jobless,
dependant friend and his nephew, an indulgent fiancée Radhika (Deepika
Padukone) and a lot of bills unpaid. After repeated attempts at finding a
suitable job, easy money finds both friends becoming male escorts, chastity
belt intact. Just as the picture begins to crawl out of gloom, they stare at a
prospect of doom. A video leak has them uncovered and Jerry stands to lose
custody of his orphaned nephew, while Nick, that of his beau. The rest of the
film resolves this conflict.
Director Rohit
Dhawan true to his lineage picks a four-line story, stuffs it with humour, pads
it up with loads of glamour and, like his father David Dhawan in his prime,
gets his editor scissor happy. Nitin Rokade, the editor, for his part, doesn’t
give you the time to complain. Unlike a lot of his contemporaries Dhawan
ensures that he is able to create an emotional connect with his characters be
it the hero duo’s male bonding, the uncle-nephew relationship, even the
love-hate relationship between Akshay Kumar and Deepika Padukone and lend a
pleasant maturity to all the relationships. Renuka Kunzrus` dialogue with
hilarious twists to clichéd lines acts a booster dose for Milap Jhaveri and
Rohit Dhawan`s screenplay. Pritam`s music though repetitive and cacophonic
serves its pit stop purpose.
Sure, the treatment
is bizarre and so are some of the situations. These male escorts are more clothed
than their handkerchief clad clients that too in a strip-tease party, there is the
chastity belt and its Bharatiya connections for Bharatiya males here and a
couple more that do hamper the flow, but there are some others like the bizarre
courtroom climax that add to it. The Sanjay Dutt cameo, Chitrangda Singh
smouldering in a small role and finally Akshay Kumar with his deadpan sense of
humour and quick timing, its his chemistry with the other principal characters
that propels the film. John Abraham in possibly his best act so far, at least gets
to do a little more than what he is best at-show beefcake and mouth a few
inanities.
Leave your brains
behind for this one? Don’t, because chances are you’ll miss the wit and
repartee in some of the crackling lines or the underlying humour in this
testosterone filled, improbable, yet enjoyable comedy of fellas. Logic does get
the boot in this zzz (zip, zap, zoom) ride here because male testosterone gets
to navigate and drive the film (that too without kicks and punches) while its
female counterpart takes the backseats here. But finally it is the superbly
laid track (read the racy screenplay and witty lines) that gets you to the
finish in super good time.