I've been laughing out loud on the street today remembering this movie which I lost sleep watching last night. The funny scenes are really funny, especially maybe if like me you're just acquainted enough with Bollywood and its conventions to shriek with recognition as they are put before you.
For me the real laughs started with the great Om Puri's narration of the plot of the movie he wants Pat Cusick to come to India for: family is travelling on a train--they have two sons--train attacked by dacoits, dacoits kill mother, take baby . . . I forget how it is that one brother in this family is "half American," one is Indian, then years later . . .but having recently enjoyed Waqt (family with 3 sons separated by earthquake, all think others dead, to be reunited through a combination of love rivalries and crime 20 years later) and Amar Akbar Anthony (family with 3 sons separated by crime and poverty, one son raised Christian, one raised Hindu, one raised Moslem, until 20 years later) . . . I was delighted by this
Another delight -- the scene where the (not so slim) Cusick in a blue blouse and yellow harem pants, singing (="singing") a Hindi song, leads a dance with his identically-dressed 60 year old "brother" on a sloping lawn invaded by hundreds rolling Easter-egg colored balls.
And for all the silliness, the movie has a heart and a message about love and human connections; the jokes about Bollywood OTT emotions give way to a showing of a more important, and related, capacity for deep feeling, glycerine tears to true tears, which ultimately reaches the embittered Cusick.
For me the real laughs started with the great Om Puri's narration of the plot of the movie he wants Pat Cusick to come to India for: family is travelling on a train--they have two sons--train attacked by dacoits, dacoits kill mother, take baby . . . I forget how it is that one brother in this family is "half American," one is Indian, then years later . . .but having recently enjoyed Waqt (family with 3 sons separated by earthquake, all think others dead, to be reunited through a combination of love rivalries and crime 20 years later) and Amar Akbar Anthony (family with 3 sons separated by crime and poverty, one son raised Christian, one raised Hindu, one raised Moslem, until 20 years later) . . . I was delighted by this
Another delight -- the scene where the (not so slim) Cusick in a blue blouse and yellow harem pants, singing (="singing") a Hindi song, leads a dance with his identically-dressed 60 year old "brother" on a sloping lawn invaded by hundreds rolling Easter-egg colored balls.
And for all the silliness, the movie has a heart and a message about love and human connections; the jokes about Bollywood OTT emotions give way to a showing of a more important, and related, capacity for deep feeling, glycerine tears to true tears, which ultimately reaches the embittered Cusick.