Saturday, June 16, 2012

Ferrari Ki Sawaari 


There’s a scene in Ferrari Ki Sawaari, in which a child who is about to have his dream of going to a cricket camp at Lord’s shattered, consoles his distraught father by telling him that Sachin Tendulkar had not gone for coaching abroad.  That scene could have been the key to the film, to tell people with impossible dreams that you need determination, not money, to make them come true.

But the film blew it, and turned into an urban melodrama of a middle-class family’s aspirations, and the lengths a father will go to in order to fulfill his child’s wishes. Truly inspiring stories are the ones in which the characters face insurmountable odds—Nagesh Kukunoor’s Iqbal managed that. Because the story of Rajesh Mapuskar’s film is so flat and without nuances of emotion, it remains a sweet, but slightly boring watch. If a viewer has no interest in cricket or cars, then the film has even less to offer.

Setting the film in a Parsi colony was a nice touch—the general perception about Parsis is that they are honest and meticulous and these traits in the lead characters form the spine of the story. Rustom Deboo (Sharman Joshi) is a ‘sandwich’ dad, trying to look after his cantankerous father Behram (Boman Irani) and meet the needs of his cricket-crazy son Kayo (Ritvik Sahore). Rustom works as a head clerk at the RTO and with his meagre salary finds it tough to bear the extra costs of Kayo’s cricketing gear.  When the boy has a chance to go to Lord’s for coaching and the fee is beyond his father’s means (though a lakh and a half is not a huge amount today!) for the first time in his life, he does something wrong.

A wedding planner (Seema Pahwa) has promised a small time politician a Ferrari for his son’s wedding baraat.  The only Ferrari in the city belongs to Sachin Tendulkar, and with the kind of ease that only a lazy script can come up with, Rustom gets a chance to drive it away.  In the course of the day, the attention of the Deboo family, the wedding party and two of Tendulkar’s terrified employees is fixated on the Ferrari.

The film is neither fast-paced nor funny enough, nor does it make the heart stop and soar with Rustom’s mounting troubles. In fact, everything happens too effortlessly for him, never is there any doubt that he will achieve what he set out to, and not get into any serious trouble.  

Even in a mostly bland film, there are a couple of moving scenes, like when Behram, puts aside his pride and goes to meet his nemesis, Dharmadhikari (Paresh Rawal), the man who has destroyed his own cricketing career; while he is humiliated by the man’s indifference, his honour is restored by the genuine admiration of a waiter.  The film needed more such unpredictable moments.

Boman Irani, being a Parsi himself, gets the quirks of his character down pat; Sharman Joshi is painfully earnest, wearing a long-suffering look throughout—either smiling sadly or weeping--he just isn’t given any shades. The kid is perky and cute.  Paresh Rawal shines in his two scenes. The supporting cast of lesser known faces is not quite up to the mark.  Vidya Balan’s lavni is fine, it serves as a dash of colour and change of mood.


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