Mayank Shekhar | Last Modified - Jun 07, 2013, 07:38 PM IST
What’s there to review when there isn’t even a film playing before you on the screen? Plenty. It’s become a solemn duty now to try and make sense of what’s going on here. Before walking into a shindig like this, you could do with a stiff Patiala peg to dull your senses first. It’s too early for that. The theatre is freezing cold. Not too many ‘bhakts’ have landed up for the first day 9.30 am show anyway.
I squint my eyes harder to figure out why there’s so much action when there’s no villain, really. I can see a fellow (Anupam Kher) who wants to build a mall similar to a space station, but he has nothing to do with the film or the plot whatsoever. There’s romance, but it’s difficult to ascertain who’s in love with whom or why. At the end of the day, this is a comedy without any sense of humour. So, what are we watching exactly? A full-on family film, of course – that ideally, the Deol family alone ought to be watching and rolling on the floor and laughing over.
Papa is Dharmendra. He has two betas – Bobby and Sunny, who share screen time in equal measure. One is the soulless romantic lead. The other is the ‘faulaad’ who roars so hard that the screen shivers and people start flying away into corners. Sunny’s wife Lynda is credited with this film’s story, which is for five minutes Andaz Apna Apna, Golmaal for another five minutes, and for the rest of 141 minutes – wholly indecipherable. The film is named after a popular Mohd. Rafi song picturised on Dharmendra, ‘Jatt Yamla Pagla Deewana’ from Pratigya (1975).
Dharmendra and Bobby play paajis, or con-men. They seek entry into a London businessman’s home, posing as the owners of a certain Oberoi Group of industries. Oberoi ‘pranaam’ is their preferred greeting. While I see everybody holding an iPad, they’ve obviously never been to Google, which is good. Quick search would give this game away. The London bizman (Annu Kapoor) has two young girls in his house – one is his daughter, the other is not. Bobby boy nets the wrong girl first, tries for the right one later. Sunny D is the conscientous one who wants to wreck this con plan.
Here’s the beauty of being sober. I’m able to report this piece in the midst of all the Sumo wrestlers and Ninja warriors and Salman Khan dialogues and other senselessness that the screen is otherwise stuffed with. This is the equivalent of a Bhojpuri film made keeping in mind Punjabi residents and immigrants settled in Southall. Yamla Pagla Deewana, its prequel, I am told, was a big hit. Bobby D poses as an artist later to impress the London bizman’s daughter. A chimpanzee accidentally starts playing with colours on his clean canvas. He sells that rubbish as his own abstract painting. The world is in tears, auction houses go nuts while he becomes the “next Picasso”. You think to yourself, if that is art, then surely this is a film. Yes, it is.