Movie review: Ferrari Ki Sawaari
Ferrari Ki Sawaari
Dir: Rajesh Mapuskar
Cast: Sharman Joshi, Boman Irani, Ritvik Sahore
Yes, that’s what the FKS is. It’s a journey telling the warm, tender story about father and a son and their pursuit of a dream.
Rustom Deboo is a head clerk at Worli RTO singlehandedly bringing up son, Kayo, a cricket prodigy with a dream to play for India. Rustom is an honest upright citizen and lives by the book. However, he is forced by circumstances to steal a car (Sachin Tendulkar’s no less) to fund Kayo’s cricket training. Clearly, things don’t run as per plan and confusion ensues.
Rajesh Mapuskar, take a bow. Your story is intimate, the telling is lovingly detailed. Mapuskar’s portrayal of a middle class person, his sensibilities and dilemmas and constant negotiation with life and its roadblocks, is heartwarming. Expectedly, the film will bring a tear or two to your eye. It will also make you laugh. Your casting is spot on.
The ensemble cast has fantastic chemistry. Especially the jodi of watchman (Deepak Shirke) and the car cleaner (Akash Dhabade). The scene at Shamsu’s garage is outstanding for its comic timing. Pakya (Nilesh Divekar) and his menacing corporator father have their moments too. And it is a delight to see Seema Bhargava as the gregarious wedding planner Babboo didi — the gents toilet scene is hilarious.
However, the film runs on its central characters, enough to forgive certain plot inconsistencies. Boman as the cantankerous grouchy grandfather is an absolute delight. His bearing — the slouch, the fidgeting, his chin twitching — are perfect. Ritwik Sahore as the lovable son is fully endearing. He even looks like a younger Sachin. Sharman of course is in a lifetime role. He is good, very good. However, the effort shows.
As Rustom, Sharman shows an almost Aamir Khan-like tendency to manufacture so much technique in emoting that many of the non-verbal instinctive cues that could make the character real get lost.
The real dampener is its length and its cringe-inducing climax. The film could have easily been half an hour shorter. Remember the terrible ‘Shekhar tod, tod Shekhar’ climax of Parineeta and the silly 3 Idiots delivery sequence? Well, FKS drifts into the same zone after a point.
The long, dragging, unnecessarily melodramatic climax brings the joyride to a shuddering stop. Why couldn’t the narrative just concentrate on the Deboo family? Why make it a junta jamboree? One almost feels the director’s reluctance to let go of the story, to end it with a flourish. Mapuskar, there will be other films. You’ve just got off one ride. Many more to come.