Jo Chauka udta hua jata hai…wo Chakka kehlata haiii…..

Punch!..that’s what Delhi Belly (DB) is, a true adult movie in all kinds, has a definite flavor to it and the sequencing of events is just immaculate. Abhinav Deo has made a slapstick flick with everything in it, although I think that nudity is one aspect which was missing from the movie but then Indian cinema has a long way to go before it reaches there.

The casting, the songs (which btw are more of background scores than actual songs), the setup, the mayhem and the serene ending with (bastard you’re paying for it!) catchy innit? The movie is a well thought of affair and is definitely not an attempt to ape western antics, I felt so happy watching a bollywood movie which is finally not a wannabe Hollywood film, yet has all or most of its dialogues in English and has a storyline which boasts of confusion, of craziness and kind of reminds me of Guy Ritchie movies specially ‘Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels’. It is bizarre, it is funny in fact hilarious and it has an attraction to it which compels you to be eager to know further into the movie, it is definitely not a onetime watch and would attract repeat viewers in the halls and plexes everywhere.

To talk about the storyline, the best part is that there is no attempt to explain things, certain things are just left on the viewers to think about, if they understand they would appreciate the brilliance and if they don’t, well it doesn’t really matter won’t hamper the story, most of the directors in bollywood these days and almost all from the yester years suffer from the ‘Detailed-Explanation’ syndrome, they have to tell you everything, they always have to translate the occasional dialogue in English to Hindi, and nothing is symbolic in their movies, like in DB when the gundas are waiting in the hotel room with Tashi’s gf, well although the scene starts with an obscene gesture with the ‘loundri’ guy staring at the heaving bosoms which would momentarily make you believe that there is a rape scene in offering but then out of nowhere Vijay Raz picks up the breadstick and points it at the girl’s head and the ‘loundri’ guy blows a paper bag and they are ready to scare the crap out of our damsel in distress, she panics, runs off, bumps into the wall and falls on the floor unconscious…and that’s where the brilliance of the scene is because you can see multiple paper bags lying on the floor, now that means the game is going on for quite some time now and the gundas are getting a kick out of it, they are not our traditional bollywood villains who would resort to some gana bajan with the heroine doing an exotic dance number (who btw was shit scared moments before)for time pass till the hero shows up, they are in fact cool enough to find a funny way to kill time, another example would be ‘The Disco Fighter’, no pretext given nothing provided it is just a random thing to give the overall situation a funny turn that’s it and I tell you Amir Khan has done total justice to it reminds me of Mike Mayers in Austin Powers.

Some might feel a little distressed with the language and the obscenity but the nonchalance with which all of that is portrayed doesn’t give you enough time to stop and think over it because, firstly it blends into the overall setup brilliantly and secondly there is always a new one right next to the previous one which is more obscene and funnier, there were a lot of such small things like the dry humping, the erection, the casual boob squeeze, the shit spread on the table, and last but not the least the weird cries for help of a troubled stomach (even while it was relieving itself of its burdens)…hilarious all that was and it takes a lot of courage to show something like that on the screen and sheer brilliance to pull it off with an exquisite touch.

The actors have done a good job too, although Imran Khan did not had to act a lot, he actually carried his stone-faced expressions almost throughout the movie (which is actually a God gift to him, yeah…God made his face like that) but Kunal Roy Kapoor and Vir Das were marvelous, they had their timings perfect, they were funny and they actually looked like the victims of fate and their own complacence. Vijay Raz was a big change, for the first time he was in a non comic role and you can clearly see he did wonders with that, casting was very intelligent and I don’t know where Kunal Roy Kapoor was hiding till now but he clearly deserves a shot at the mainstream cinema, fyi he was first seen in “Just Mohabbat!”…yess the growing up series for most of us, our reply to “The Wonder Years” although not as classy but it matched the euphoria, neways Kunal was the dumb fatass friend of Jai and guess who was his girlfriend…oh I’ll give it you..it was Avantika Malik yes the real life wife of Mr. Stoneface, anybody else feels there is something fishy over here or is it just me???
Anyways, the important thing here is that Imran khan did not hog the lime light, no favors to the star there, everybody got an equal chance to showcase their talent and some of them did more than showcasing. The songs are also catchy and quiet remarkably hidden, you never get to listen the ‘Pencture…’ or the ‘D K Bose…’ in full swing and obviously the videos from the promos were actually the videos for the promos, nice touch I’d say, but the show stopper is “I hate youuuu…likaa lavv you” reminds me of ‘Beautiful Stranger’ from “Austin Powers – The Spy Who Shagged Me” Amir Khan is at top form and Anusha looks so cool, the song is brilliantly choreographed and directed.

For bollywood Delli Belly will soon be what ‘Five point someone’ became for the fiction books. I think after delli belli we will see a more expressive version of Indian cinema, needless to say that the chopras and the johars and the nadiawalas of lameass fairytale cinema will keep churning out turds from their constipated production houses but a more free cinema is the need of the hour and pictures like Delli belly, Love, Sex aur Dhoka, Dev D, etc are setting new benchmarks, they are also leading the way, showing us that we as an audience can be mature thinkers who are actually fed up of the monthly dose of emotionally abraded , crassly directed, run of the mill cinema, we need more and we are ready to handle it.


- NB