By Subhash K. Jha, Bollywood Hungama News Network
Hey hey hey...Golmaal returns. Is that reason to rejoice? Can't say? Beyond a point only one question bothered me. What was Kareena Kapoor doing in this corny concoction? Playing a fan of the Saas-Bahu serials she's named Ekta, as a homage to the soap queen Ekta Kapoor whose brother incidentally plays Kareena's bro in Golmaal Returns.
Cute, na? The sequel to the successful Golmaal is filled with inhouse jokes, like that time when Ajay Devgan weaves the titles of his films into the dialogues. Or the hilarious takeoff by that talented Ashwini Kalsekar on Rani Mukherjee's randy tart's act from Sanjay Bhansali's Saawariya....it's a rare moment of genuine laughter in this comedy of earsplitting guffaws, all emanating from the screen rather than out of it.
Fast, furious and fatuous Golmaal Returns isn't quite that Diwali blues-chaser you expect it to be. The comic timing though skilled, is wasted by the actors in sequences that try to breathe fire into a burnt-out oven.
No wonder the comicality is half-baked and often repetitive. The jokes from the first film are extended into the second, often with far-from-funny results. Many large sections of satire just lack attractive attire.
But Tusshar Kapoor is a howl. And a whine. And a whoop. And a snivel. Since he is mute, he sharpens his ability to emote through jungle calls. He's a revelation.
The camaraderie among the cast is quite evident. The male actors bond with gusto and Shreyas Talpade who is the new recruit to the revelry joins in without skipping a beat. His comic timing is delightfully sinewy.
But what happened to Arshad Warsi? His quick entry-and-exit cops routine begins to get on the nerves after a while.
Though Tusshar and Talpade whip up a wacky humour .Most of the material about a suspicious wife and several red herrings strewn across a path that's self-consciously forged on the grounds of Hyderabad's Ramajirao Studios, is very old-fashioned in its approach to slapstick humour. Crowds hover around studio-built malls and streets trying to look casual.
They provide a rough and random backdrop to what's basically material for a sex comedy on stage.
The characters run in breathlessly, say their jokey suggestive lines, fall over each other in rituals of suggestive laughter and then fall out of the frames waiting for the next gag to beckon them. It's all supposed to be hilariously funny. But is often just a pretext for more a pantomime of parody than the real thing.
At the end, there's a threat for a third segment of Golmaal. It would all depend on how much returns Golmaal Returns manages to bring in. Going by the audience's riotous response, it seems no-brainers are eminently fashionable.