Dostana Review

So it has come to this - an entire film based on two guys pretending to be something they are not, with no other subplot. It's almost as if Bollywood never outgrew the Rishi Kapoor era. The whole Internet is abuzz with it, so let me clarify it outright - yes, Tarun Mansukhani's Dostana is the 2-hour version of the Kantaben gag from Kal Ho Na Ho.

Two straight men (Bachchan and Abraham) pretend to be gay for the benefit of a well-meaning land lady (Sushmita Mukherjee), fall for her hot-as-hell niece (Priyanka Chopra), and then spend the rest of the film living up to the lie. If you ignore the gay angle, and one really should, the film has hardly graduated from movies where Rishi Kapoor would pretend to be a woman or Rakesh Roshan would pretend to be a cop, and hilarity, or lack thereof, would ensue.

With nary a subplot or murder mystery in sight, this masala feature is then, plot wise, a few notches below the oldies. This leaves with us its novelty of being a "gay" film. It's not. It's a terrible affront to gay people, and portrays them as you'd expect - waving hands, speaking in faux effeminate voices, and prone to giggling fits. Cliché central, then. Hardly the stuff of comedy gold, but hey, if Bollywood gives you lemons, let's see if we can't make some nimboo-paani.

Which brings me to the actual point of the whole review - the film is actually fun. Despite the vacuous plot, the broad stroke characterization, and the completely irreverent style of the film, Dostana manages to bring out a grin or two. Tarun Mansukhani has written some witty dialog, and albeit peppered with some extremely ham-handed ones, shows incredible maturity in the language of script beats and pacing.

It's helped by a supremely buoyant cast that won't take no for an answer when it asks you to smile. John Abraham has a hidden flair for comedy, and his timing has only improved after Garam Masala. He is having way too much fun, and it shows in the disbelieving mischief that pervades his entire performance. And Abhishek has a sense of cool confidence about him that was missing in the last few films he did. This breaks through in a performance that revels in being broad and loud. This is clearly not his element, but he gives it his all, and comes out trumps.

Priyanka's 2-fold job to look hot and be vulnerable is accomplished the moment she enters the screen. Looking like a million bucks - and knowing it - she is at once a confident good-looking babe and a wide-eyed girl who has no idea her two buddies are straight.

Thrown in the mix is a supporting cast that hams its way through, but keeps with the tone of the film outright. Clearly Mansukhani has a straight head on his shoulders - no pun intended - and despite the plebeian handling of the subject matter, is ever aware of what a scene requires, and his competence in pacing a shot selection brings to this comedy an air of slickness.

This was never meant to be a serious pondering on homosexuality, and being a mass market comedy does give it some leeway, which is a relief, because the movie does what it set out to do best - it makes you laugh, it parades hotness in front of you (for all orientations), and it creates an atmosphere of light-hearted fun that it maintains until you exit.

Despite Karan Johar's best claims, this is not good clean fun, neither is it a new age comedy. This is extremely aged wine in a shiny new bottle, but what helps matters is that the old still is funny when presented as new, simply because of a witty screenplay and a supremely confident cast. You won't miss a thing if you don't go watch it, but if you do, Karan Johar's adieu to the ‘K' fixation isn't the one to disappoint.