Under any circumstances, the uniqueness of Nawaz playing hero in a slightly more mainstream skin doesn’t hold up around Freaky Ali’s clumsy wit or contrived romance track with a blank Amy Jackson.
It also aspires to channel the Munna-Circuit tapori camaraderie of Munnabhai MBBS except puffy hafta collector Arbaaz Khan proves to be a dour, drab sidekick.Ī sub-plot involving his brawny, blockheaded boss (Nikitin Dheer) and his blundering cohorts adds to the cacophony. Between a crude sense of humour seeking laughs in fat shaming, racist jokes, misogyny, hostile behaviour towards the elderly and a taste for juvenile shenanigans, undergarment fixation and wannabe Kader Khanisms, it’s impossible to cheer for this golf-themed tall tale of a mohalla slacker on a mission to become ‘Golf ka Sachin.’Īlthough it takes obvious inspiration from Adam Sandler’s Happy Gilmore, the pedestrian comedy sticks to worn-out Bollywood clichés like Amitabh Bachchan-styled basti orphan praying out loud inside places of worship, a voluntary mother recalling Nirupa Roy, the duo’s textbook affection signifying religious secularism and, not to forget, reasserting the power of good luck charms - be it the trusty talisman or Freaky Ali’s mommy-knitted miracle sweater.
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