The Lucky One…

I have written two different posts on Bollywood, Brimful Dreams & Bollywood Sham. This one is on a Movie that I enjoyed yesterday…

The thief who…

  1. Escapes from jail using the bike of the cop.
  2. Takes the help of chowkidar to carry the TV set while escaping through the chowkidar’s owner’s car.
  3. Says good morning to the lady who got up and saw him robbing her house.
  4. He robs the house of a news reporter who anchors a TV Program detailing the modus-operandi of Lucky.

A girl coming from jogging asks him if the music system he was taking was hers, he replies that yes and adds the he replaced it with a new one.

    The thief started at the tender age of 15 when he starts questioning why he can’t have the exact same things as others. He is a capitalist who takes things into his own hands. The reason this movie strikes a nerve (in a good way) is because this story is not about characters that are rich, living in Miami condos or upper class Delhi/Mumbai mansions. In fact this film is the exact opposite, set in the heart of familiar Delhi, they tell stories of human aspirations that sometimes bloom but often rot in these bylanes. And even though Dibakar’s characters are not born with the silver spoon, somewhere deep down they dream of the Delhi mansions and lavish lifestyles of Johar’s films. It is this desire that drives them to do the impossible.

    Oye Lucky belongs solely to Abhay Deol, in what has perhaps been one of his best performances so far, Abhay (playing Lucky) shows he’s quite capable of carrying a film on his shoulders. If for nothing else, the film deserves applause purely for his acting. He carries off the character of an aspiring young boy from Old Delhi effortlessly.

    Of course, the film too captures the sentiment and ambience of the city quite well. In terms of its shooting locales and even the way in which the characters speak remind you of the part of the Capital where cycle rickshaws ply even to this day and a Sunday evening out doesn’t necessarily mean visiting a multiplex.

    The dialogues in this film continue to remain its strong point. Most of them are untranslatable. But this one is worth translating: While reporting from the scene of crime, a reporter from a Hindi news channel gets frustrated and shoots back at his producer saying, “Kitne baar ‘Sansanikhez’ bulwaoge mujhse? Ghar mein biwi poochti hai khaana kaise chahiye, to mooh se nikal jaata hai ‘Sansanikhez’!” (How many times are you going you make me say ‘Sensational’? At home when the wife asks me how I’d like my meals to be, I invariably say, ‘Sensational’!”)

    Oye Lucky is great fun. It’ll make you laugh if you are from North India. It will make you laugh even if you aren’t. 🙂