Film Impressions

REVIEW: Desi Boyz (2)

GROW UP DUDES

An angry girl asks her fiancé who has been working as a male stripper/escort how he would feel if he saw her dancing in a hotel with men flinging money at her. But the question is not given any importance in Rohit Dhawan’s Desi Boyz, which doesn’t care to get into the moral, ethical or emotional aspect of people selling their bodies to make a living. It’s not comic, it tries to be pseudo tragic and end up being completely flippant. It’s not American Gigolo, not Deuce Bigelow, not The Full Monty, heck it’s not even half as complex as Oops!

John Abraham with Deepika Padukone in Desi Boyz

REVIEW: Desi Boyz

TOY BOYS WHO WON'T HAVE SEX!

There was a time when even a self-confessed prude (like yours truly) could manage the occasional laugh in a David Dhawan film. Grudging, but real nonetheless. That time passed long, long ago. His son, Rohit, comes with the freshness of youth and hence Desi Boyz at least doesn't look jaded. But in trying to make an Indian film with a foreign premise, setting it in London (getting all mixed-up with accents for some reason), and still clinging to traditional morality, it falls between stools as recent Hindi cinema is wont to do.