Praveen Lulekar
A good parameter of judging a movie is
how long it takes to come to the point. Poshter Boyz hosts the outdated
concept of titles on the backdrop of a sky. It then begins with a song – the
village jatra, romance…all mixed in it. Then we see three men facing
consequences of something unknown – broken engagements, upset wives and angry
girlfriend ka baap. There’s also a wall putty advertisement to test your
patience.
After a tiring (and predictable) half an hour,
we are ‘revealed’ that the men have appeared on a vasectomy awareness poster!
This is sad. One Marathi actor, whom we
thought was a thinking being and would strike the golden balance between
commercialism and creativity, has missed the aim at least by a mile. He chooses
a far-fetched script, a clumsy director and has probably forgotten to hire an
editor. Poshter Boyz might still be successful at the box office, but it
loses its inclusive appeal right from the beginning.
Aaba Deshmukh (Dilip Prabhavalkar),
Sadanand Kulkarni (Hrishikesh Joshi) and Arjun Jagtap (Aniket Vishwasrao) are
the three poster boys. Trapped in the mentioned situation, they try to trace
the culprit. From government servants to local photographers, everyone seems to
be scared of Arjun bhai and his chelaas. Each of them is
simultaneously fighting a personal duel with someone in the family, which are
supposed to serve as side tracks. Finally, they decide to escalate the issue
and go on a nude hunger strike.
‘Punches’ is one factor that can make a
comedy really work. But even the Fu Bai Fus and Comedy Expresses
do that. To stand as a film, it takes everything from situations to characters
to dialogues. Poshter Boyz fails on the very first criteria – pace. The
slow proceedings, predictable turning points and shabby editing let the film
down. The director is inspired from a real life situation, but reality seems to
be limited to the photos being printed without permission. What happens after
that is totally imaginary, and by that I mean complete absence of realism...or
sanity.
The onus of raising the characters
totally falls on the actors. Prabhavalkar’s limited screen space keeps him
handicapped and Vishwasrao is unnecessarily (and irritatingly) over the top. It
is Joshi who generates the sparse laughs. He is in complete control of his act
and gets all the nuances right – phenomenal job again!
The inference is clear – the director
(Samir Patil) is not in control. The reflection can be clearly seen in the work
of the supporting actors. Piyush Ranade (as Deshmukh’s son) makes you wonder if
all that’s going on screen is professional. Pooja Sawant, Neha Joshi and Suhas
Paranjpe are all misdirected. Like Prabhavalkar and Joshi, it is the individual
talent of Uday Sabnis and Uma Sardeshmukh that makes them likeable.
Poshter Boyz taps
all that is superficial. It has sexual innuendos, hyper-sexual women and out of
tune moral lessons. To complete the picture, we have high profile guest
appearances. And that is the only thing producer Shreyas Talpade brings to the
film.
m4m says: Watch at your own risk
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