There’s something distinctly tartish about Indoo (with a double O) in this awfully titled film which turns out to be even more awful than its title. Whoever said not to judge a book by its cover should immediately see Indoo Ki Jawani. Kiara Advani who discovered some kind of stardom after her orgasmic act in Lust Stories (Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally faked the big ‘O’ much more convincingly, but we shall let that be) continues walk down the cheesy voyeuristic path. It’s a dangerous shortcut to stardom.
This time she’s a smalltime attention-seeker from Ghaziabad who probably replaces whipped cream with shaving cream before posting her dish on Instagram just because it looks better. From the little that I could gather about her character, Indoo seems pretty dumb and spaced out. Getting late about getting laid is all she’s worried about when the world is wracked by problems far beyond the loins.
The jokes about finding a guy on social media (Dinder for Tinder presumably for copyright reasons, which is in keeping with the film’s incessantly ersatz tone) get so laboured that after a point I began wondering if this film is trying to satirize the culture of social-media overdosing through the self-important self-projections of its protagonist , done with such disarming ingenuity by Yami Gautam in the underrated Bala.
Kiara Advani has neither the charm nor the talent to drag her role to a domain outside the drivel where it’s driven by destiny. She brings in a cosmetic cuteness to her part which soon wears thin as she’s repeatedly put into excruciatingly compromising situations.
The plot is populated by lechers and eveteasers, dumb asses and dumber wisecracks. And then there is the Pakistani hero, played by poor Aditya Seal who behaves more like Indoo’s Man Friday than Man, Friday be damned.
I have a problem with the screenplay bringing in a Pakistani male protagonist only to ridicule his identity and nationality. There are endless jokes on being Pakistani. But rest assured no one needs to be insulted by a film that lacks basic intelligence and flaunts its boorishness like a badge of honour.
Sitting through Indoo Ki Jawani was an ordeal. And after the first 10 minutes I was wondering if there is a secret joke somewhere that would soon pop up. Don’t swipe left or right. Just switch off.
Do the makers of this glorified garbage expect audiences to risk Covid and rush to the theatres for this???!!!!
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