I liked Vidhu Vinod Chopra’s writing and this was much before I knew who he is! Whether the taut thriller Khamosh, the amazing Parinda, the lovable Munnaibhai films or the exhilarating 3 Idiots,  the story and screenplay always touched a chord within. Therefore, I was ready to love Ferrari ki Sawari  even before it released!

The movie starts very nicely and the characters are introduced well. An automatic smile on the face is guaranteed when you watch Kayo and his father Rustam Deboo whose fanatical honesty is charming as well as heartwarming. Kayo’s taciturn grandfather Behram Deboo is curt and abrupt but you can see glimpses of a good heart somewhere under the facade. Kayo loves cricket and is a brilliant player, his father is an RTO employee and earns a modest amount so the dreams of fancy sports gear do not get fulfilled. Kayo’s coach Vilayat is a sweet man and encourages the boy to excel and is sympathetic to Rusy.

Kayo does not understand why his grandfather is so against his playing cricket and gets angry when he shouts at his father. This changes when his father reveals his grandfather’s story, the cricketing career that could have been glorious but was thwarted by his best friend. Kayo begins to see his grandfather in a new light. In the midst of all this comes the announcement of an international cricket camp where the best budding cricketers would be selected. The fee of 1.5 lac is unthinkable for Rusi to cough up but he vows to get the money for his son. So far so good right?

Well not quite! Some of the peripheral characters introduced in the film were irritating enough for me to want to shut my eyes till they exited. Babbi didi – the loud and brash wedding planner, the corporator who falls in with the idea of an Italian theme wedding for his son in the midst of his Koliwada surroundings, the son who does not know whether to be defiant or arrogant……and the list goes on! While the completely hare brained scenes of stealing the Ferrari from Sachin Tendulkar’s house is a bit much to stomach; the caper that follows is even worse. The only redeeming features are possibly the actors playing Sachin’s housekeeper and watchman. 

The logic defying moments do not end here……the only Ferrari in Mumbai city is driven all over the place (including right in front of Sachin’s house!!) without a soul raising an eyebrow; Rusi with the plastic smile pasted on his face does not know how to operate a mobile phone but drives the multi million dollar car like he is Fernando Alonso; the packet containing 1.5 lacs travels all over the city with various people trying to retrieve it; the media descends in full force to cover a corporator organized mass wedding and telecasting it live (we seriously have dearth of newsworthy topics!)……..and ends with a preachy, please-empathize-with-the-lead-characters climax. 

Ritvik Sahore as Kayo is lovely – innocent, spontaneous and natural, it was a pleasure to watch him on screen. The only time he falters is while delivering the sickeningly preachy monologue to his father at the end of the film. Boman Irani does a competent job as usual; the change in his demeanour from the gruff, taciturn man to a loving grandfather is commendable. Sharman Joshi as Rusi is sweet in the begining but his silly smile begins to seriously grate on the nerves after a while; he is a better actor than what he manages to portray in this film. 

The film is a part fun one time watch. But I expected far better quality from the pair of Vidhu Vinod Chopra and Rajkumar Hirani. Given that the film posters screamed out ‘From the makers of Munna Bhai and 3 Idiots’, the film does not live up to the legacy in my eyes.  


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