Fultu Time Pass and no Bakwass... right from the word go till the anti climax you sit glued to your seat and watch the funny feats of the human mind…. This film speaks volumes about the “peeping tom” nature that many of us are proudly endowed with. The film is full of human toys and splendid ploys, both complementing each other like ball and socket. Knit together are “joie de vivre” kinds moments and melancholic tides... that follow each other in succession. Never a dull-lull moment.
The film showcases 3 exhibitionistic stories. And portrays us as what we are… Voyeurs. The lives of others excite us the most. Chasms and Orgasms... the film has several slices of these. It has some interesting “everyday” lingo. Is it cheap? Yes. Do we use it everyday. OHH YES!
The first one is a tribute to the evergreen raj and simran of DDLJ and a once upon a time phenomenon and a one film wonder called “Aditya Chopra”. A tribute as in… really a tribute. A film institute student is remaking DDLJ as a part of his graduation film project. The film making process cannot be explained. The script is so full of events… you will have to see it to experience it. After a series of events… the film director falls in love with the leading lady and gets married to her. Baaki ka stuff.. watch in the film..
The second story is the store scandal. An MMS kaand that happens every now and then. (I have seen such lewd MMS’s especially in phones of people who give me a lecture on morality). After a series of drama and hungaama. Twists and turns. The store manager takes the store sales girl into confidence and shoots her by deceiving her on the spy camera. And that video is circulated for paisa vasool entertainment across channels and phones.
The third story is of a music director who lures girls to have fun with him by promising them a chance in his music video. The girl meets a TV channel guy whose specialty is sting operations. They together get a music director caught in the net. And then again a drama and hungaama follows. Again, something that you will have to experience.
Now the big question. , how and where did the censor screw up. They did, with their myopic attitude. It sucks. They chopped off the very essence of the film. It’s like being handcuffed and all lone and on a heavy dose of Viagra… that way… So much so that one moves out of the theater with a word of appreciation, but does sense “that something special” was missing. That something special is the thing that would instigate him to drive back to the theater again and again to watch the same film… that special something is missing. And the censors have to be blamed for this missing ingredient. He reality in the film is seen fake. Though the censor dint shy to show man slaughter in the film, that’s far more gory and unessential (in the DDLJ story). They have reacted absurdly to the butt nude scene which was so integral to the film. Anyways, the film has an A certificate. It is adults who are watching it.
Am I this young blood who believes in no restriction… at all??? No. I do believe that one needs to do away with the censors.
Though I opine strongly against bloody violence.. That’s quite becoming a quotidian with every other film showcasing it as a norm and walking away with a U certificate in many cases. The word “Madhar Ch!d” is now commonplace in films. I take serious offence to the word mentioned. And that’s okay to pass off with a U or a U/A certificate??? And animal cruelty in the name of children films is a big no no. haven’t we seen horses falling in jodha akbar...? and horses falling in so many films… All that is okay??? But sex that’s an integral part of a film is not. And come on, when you have an adult certificate, and adults are watching the film. It should be okay for us to see a bare butt or a kissing scene or whatever should be okay for us to see. We are old enough people with controllable progesterone and testosterones levels.
Come on Censors, get treated, stop PMSing over and over again. Grow up. You killed the soul of LSD. And killed Dibakar Bannerjees piece of art.