With movie tickets keeping in line with rising prices of other commodities, we try to maximise our movie experience by only watching those movies which have a low quotient for disappointment. Which is why we so looked forward to seeing Shirin Farhad……..
I was so excited about seeing a movie after so long, that I actually told Anna Shetty that I was going to see “Sharad” completely mixing up the two names much in the manner of my mother who is known for making such faux pas . Sadly, I find that after years of poking fun at her gaffes, I find myself making the same mistakes which goes to prove two undeniable truths
- The apple never falls far from the tree
- You land up becoming your mother.
But getting back to the movie – it was a major disappointment. I was literally expecting to come back bellyaching with laughter but no such luck. Farhad a middle aged bachelor with a middle aged spread is blessed with an over bossy mom and a kind and understanding gran ( shades of “Vicky Donor?). While Shirin Phoogawalla is a kind big bosomed Babe staying with comatose father and loving aunt and working as the Secretary of the Parsi Trust Organisation.. Finding a bride in a community of dwindling numbers is even more difficult for Farhad who has the added disadvantage of being a Bra SALESMAN in Tem Tem’s Bra Shop. But fate has other things is store for the kind hearted Mama’s boy in the form of Shirin Phoogawala who as a Trust Member insists on knocking down Nargish Pastakia’s illegally constructed water tank. With the stage set for Boy to meet Girl, romance is only natural as are the obstacles that come in the path of true love. Many unnecessary song and dance scenes later, including the miraculous recovery of a comatose Papa during a lip lock that looked more awkward than passionate, thankfully the movie comes to an end.
Predictably sterotyped with typical gags ( Uncle Firoze who is in love with Indira Gandhi), the gun toting crackpot of Soonawala colony and a story line which moves as slowly as the inhabitants of a Parsi colony, the movie sadly falls flatter than flat soda. What makes it worse are the songs which do nothing at all to the plot. Farah Khan’s maiden performance will sadly/gladly remain her last because she is simply unconvincing as Shirin. Boman Irani was equally forgettable and the only one who saved this movie from being a total flop was Nargish Pastakia even when she overdid the big eyes.
Verdict : If you are looking for a Parsi movie with Parsi humour – forget it. You’d do better to hang out with your Bawa Gang at the club. What a pity. I was expecting to enjoy some great Lagan nu custar but all I came home with was a warm, flat soda.