bheja fry

it is a relief to see a mutiplex hinglish film that does not try so hard to be ‘edgy’ that it makes its characters out to be horrible. even when the sophisticated elite invites the ‘idiot’ over for his weekly dinner party neither of them are ridiculed or demonized. on the other hand all the characters, though caricaturish, still seem like they could be some of us. it could have been easy to make pathaks flat singing into a grotesque joke, but keeping him earnest and eager like an ‘indian idol’ contestant, or like that uncle we all know who sings at parties to entertain, the film manages to be even funnier. and sweeter.