After a long five month’s itch, I finally watched a Hindi Cinema in theatres. And technically this too wasn’t Hindi either although it had some of the best Hindi words spoken by Vijay Raaz in parts.
Delhi Belly is not at all a Bollywood movie. Right from its narration, script and even dialogues, it follows a route that Bollywood movies generally don’t. For an example, the director who wanted to show apathy of the three boys, didn’t resort to Emotional situations, Heavy dialogues or pathetic, ear-banging sad songs rather he chose to show running taps, cockroaches on pizza and an old radio playing one of the sad classics of K.L. Saigal (which is remixed in a different genre here).
Delhi Belly is whacky, unapologetically gross and is full of some smartly scripted shit.
In many ways, the movie’s a brave foot forward. Think of a chocolate boy Imran Khan doing an absolutely underplayed de-glam role unlike his normal rom-com, candy floss movies. Think of a concept such as pocket full of diamonds getting switched with a bottle of stool-sample, and you’ll get to know what Delhi Belly is all about- original and bold.
So you have Imran Khan, Vir Das and Kunal Roy Kapoor having their different set of woes. While Imran has a boring job, a fast approaching marriage date, a colleague who wants to fall in love with him while he’s in a relationship, that colleague’s possessive ex-husband, fast approaching rent-payment date etc. etc, Vir Das has a bad job (an absolutely hilarious Boss! Watch out as the boss shrieks “Hain”) and a girlfriend who dumps him but it’s the third guy whose problems make this movie what it is. Kunal Roy Kapoor and his stomach problems are just too good. Watch out the scene where he uses Vir Das’s Suntra juice for some awesomely shitty purpose. Add to this mayhem is a gangster played by Vijay Raaz who was to be delivered the diamonds but instead receives stool-sample of Kunal Roy Kapoor. And there’s an even better cameo from Aamir Khan whose rendition of a Disco-fighter which debatably is a tribute/insult to yesteryear’s Mithun Chakroborthy’s Disco Dancer.
But who cares! Finally, what you get is an entertaining comedy film which expects the viewers to be mature and not frown on hearing cuss words.
Technically, the movie is short and has no interval. It’s fast paced with jokes floating around every single minute and I never found a dull moment although there were many yuck moments. It has an above average cinematography but the real winner for this movie is its script, it’s hard to tickle the funny bone of crowds in India when you know you’ve taken a forbidden route. The script is tight, supported aptly by some smart writing (it’s very real… it’s unlike normal over-the-top Bollywood comedies… the situations seem genuinely real and at the same time quite fictional). It boast of one of the most-talked about music of this year with songs like DK Bose, Jaa Chudail, I hate u, Nakkadwale Disco, Switty…woof… haven’t heard of an album this year with so many hits. Performance-wise Imran Khan underplays his character to the hilt, Vir Das is awesome as a second lead (just love the transitions of his character from fluffy hair to bald to a man with coarse voice…loved his dialogues after his throat gets fucked up.) Kunal Roy Kapoor is comfortable with the usage of English, he’s natural and brings the required energy into the proceedings. Both the women are aptly cast. But for some reasons, the take-aways from the movie are mostly the scenes of Kunal Roy Kapoor & Vijay Raaz and his foolish gang. The most memorable being the ceiling falling on the gang’s head!
All and all as I updated earlier on my fb status Delhi Belly is as pure and unabashed as a fart bomb! Go experience this shit. And if you don’t, then well keep on enjoying shit stuff like Ready, Thank you etc etc...
Rating- 4/5
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