Spoilers ahead…
If you love RD Burman’s songs from Amar Prem, I’d advise you to skip the first few minutes of Kushan Nandy’s Babumoshai Bandookbaaz. An early scene has a hitman named Babu Bihari (a terrifically sleazy Nawazuddin Siddiqui) heading to the fields with a radio and a Dalda can filled with water. He squats, taking in the view – above and below. Above, birds fly across a clear blue sky. And below? He raises his rump, peers between his legs and ascertains that things are going well. The song on the radio: Kuch to log kahenge. The original video had Rajesh Khanna wiping Sharmila Tagore’s tears. Now, the enduring image is that of Nawazuddin Siddiqui wiping his arse. Nandy is sending us a signal: For good taste, go elsewhere.
Nandy perhaps buys into his mission statement a little too much – the film opens with a husband getting turned on by a masseur’s ministrations on his naked wife, who isn’t even relevant to the story – but the cheerful, unapologetic vulgarity is a relief. Do we need the scene with a doctor licking his fingers after lunch as he holds up an X-ray? And what about the scene where a man observes that his girlfriend’s lips are red, and she asks which ones. “Both,” he replies, with a leer.
In these “tasteful” multiplex times, this is much-needed, adult-skewing coarseness. It’s not juvenile like Great Grand Masti, and it’s not the designer taboo-breaking of a Lipstick Under My Burkha. Nandy really rubs your face in it. You feel like you need a bath afterwards. Taken as a whole, Babumoshai Bandookbaaz doesn’t quite hold up. The central premise of karma being a bitch is too big, too… existential for a film that essentially wants to poke you in the ribs every couple of minutes and say, “Look at what I just did there.” That, really, is the charm – this shameless bragging. (If you walked out midway, offended, Nandy would probably be delighted.)
The heavier notes feel tonally off, as do the half-hearted attempts at giving characters some backstory. Babu Bihari speaks of his first kill at the age of ten, which came about because he hadn’t eaten for days. A woman who takes up contracts to kill speaks of her first time. You wish they’d talked about the first time they did something else. Because otherwise, we begin to wonder if we’re meant to take these characters seriously, instead of getting off on the outsized cartoons they are.
The sexually charged Phulwa (Bidita Bag), in fact, is what Jessica Rabbit would look like in the hinterlands of Uttar Pradesh. In the Aye saiyan song, she even moves cartoonishly, as though trying to dislocate her hip. One part of Babumoshai Bandookbaaz details the romance between Phulwa and Babu Bihari, though the film being what it is, a lot of this plays out on a cot. Bidita Bag is both taller and broader than Nawazuddin Siddiqui, and Nandy appears aware of the comic possibilities in their lovemaking – these “hot” scenes, too, are anything but serious.
Though the song (Yeh barfani raatein) is. It’s a gorgeous ballad. Vishal Bhardwaj would be happy to call it his. One doesn’t expect such a song in such a movie. One doesn’t expect such a marvellous soundtrack either. (The composers are Gaurav Dagaonkar, Abhilash & Joel, and Debjyoti Mishra.) Chulbuli zindagi sounds like Ek ladki bheegi bhaagi si brought into this century. There’s also a remix of RD Burman’s Haye re haye tera ghungta. This singer (Neha Kakkar) doesn’t hurl that last syllable the way Asha Bhosle did, like a stone from a catapult, but her vocals are equally infectious.
Another part of Babumoshai Bandookbaaz is the one-upmanship between Babu Bihari and another hitman named Baanke Bihari (Jatin Goswami, who’s excellent), whom we meet during the Ghungta number. Note the unobtrusive way he slips into the film, rising from a group of musicians. Babu doesn’t know who he is. We don’t either. Until he tells us. And the film turns into a bromance between business rivals, whose rivalry spills over into other areas as well.
A better writer might have blended these elements more organically (it could have been something like the Gangs of Wasseypur films), but the fun in Babumoshai Bandookbaaz – at least for those of us not taking it seriously – is watching Nandy toss whatever he feels like into his boiling pot. A pinch of a love triangle. A smattering of a femme fatale and other noir-worthy setups. A dash of Sergio Leone’s masala Westerns, with a hat tip to The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. A sprinkling of more classical Westerns like Broken Arrow, where James Stewart witnessed Indians bury a white man neck-deep in the sand, so he could be eaten alive by ants. And great lashings of comedy.
No film this year has given us such a wide variety of humour. There’s slapstick in the scene where Babu meets Phulwa – she’s a cobbler, and he performs a small pantomime in trying to tear his slipper. I laughed when Babu (who says he does “outsourcing” for Yamraj) and Baanke exchange notes about what they charge per killing – though some scenes between them, like when they bicker over who will pump a bullet into a target, drag on indulgently. A hapless ticket checker on a train becomes a running joke, and another one focuses on a cop whose wife has the unerring knack of calling him at the most inopportune moment. Did I mention a chase in which Baanke is clad in just his briefs?
Perhaps the title is a gag too, a throwback to Anand – the joke being that Babu (short for Babumoshai?) loves Kishore Kumar songs and none of the songs in Anand are by the singer. Or maybe it’s some twisted Rajesh Khanna connection. Babumoshai Bandookbaaz isn’t a film you make sense of. It’s a film that invites you to revel in smut and punch dialogues (practically every line by Siddiqui is a scream) and a host of bodily functions. A female politician (Divya Dutta) who needs to use the loo wonders where the lota is, and is told she can use the newly installed water faucet instead. A corrupt cop is punished with haemorrhoids. That sound you hear is good taste being ground to dust.
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Aditya (Gradwolf)
August 30, 2017
And it was Anand’s Maine tere liye hi saat rang ke sapne.. during that scene when the cop walks into the butcher (not the usual kind) shop right? That was truly wacko choice.
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MANK
August 30, 2017
Brangan, I envy your movie tastes 😁 , you are the only critic to give a positive review for the film. I even read a review where they are begging to bring back pahlaj nihalani to recut this film
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Anu Warrier
August 30, 2017
BR, the reason for the title is because it was originally set in Bengal. Unfortunately, they didn’t get the necessary permission to shoot there.
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Rahul
August 31, 2017
“In the Aye saiyan song, she even moves cartoonishly, as though trying to dislocate her hip”
This is the funniest line that I have read in a while. For this scene only, I would have to watch this movie.
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Ana
August 31, 2017
I am not sure if I will love the movie half as much as I have loved reading this review. Amazing write-up. Loved it!.
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Rahul
August 31, 2017
Saw this movie today, only because of this review. The kind of reviews this movie has generally received, is the perfect case for aam junta’s distrust of reviewers. If a film does not work for someone, then its understandable. But here I am not quite sure what is going on – I glossed over the rediff review and it seems the critic could not get over how “distasteful” some lines were. If the reviewer is unable to relate to a certain type of movie then I think they should just excuse themselves from reviewing it.
There are so many terrific details into this movie – perhaps the most expository was the name of Babu’s visiting card when he performs his first kill (in the movie) – Surendra Mohan Pathak. He is one of the foremost writers of pulp fiction in Hindi. Then one of the inspector’s sons is shown to bowl an off spinner – and the next instant he is addressed as Murli.
I also got Butch Cassidy and The Sundance kid for a bit, before the interval. To me this movie is a close, crass cousin of Isqhiya. Even so, it kind of stands alone.
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brangan
August 31, 2017
Rahul: Yes. I agree tastes vary, but I too could not understand the uniform drubbing this film has received.
I kept laughing throughout. I mean, Sumitra’s number saved on the phone as ‘BC’? 🙂
I even liked the small ’emotional’ touches, like Phulwa holding on to Babu’s sunglasses rack, almost like a memory.
And oh yeah, I thought of Butch Cassidy too. Should have mentioned that in my review — that was a seriocomic Western, this one is too. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen another film that’s a seriocomic Western + classical Western + Leone-type ‘masala’ Western.
Despite the flaws, I had fun.
But about your point about aam junta and reviewers, do you really think ‘distrust’ is the word? I get the feeling it’s more like the ignore or don’t care about reviewers.
MANK: Oh come on, a critic is supposed to have all kinds of tastes 🙂
Anu Warrier: But even so, to have retained that title in a UP setting is odd 😀
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Balasubramanian Ramakrishnan
August 31, 2017
I think the same thing happened with Rekka, though it was a much different movie. In general, majority of our audience find it hard to accept a movie going totally nuts and offering wickedly wild entertainment in the process. May be our people are too sanskari in their heads to accept a Babumoshai Bandookbaaz.
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Abir MIsra
August 31, 2017
This role by nawazuddin seemed like a predictable Hybrid creature between raman raghav and faizal khan. Both those earlier characters were morally immune to murder. I don’t think Nandy would be happy if people leave halfway after getting offended. I think he would be more glad if people steal secret laughs, indulging in the drama till the end even if they refuse to admit it.
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Abir MIsra
August 31, 2017
I also think that in terms of parallels, it would be more interesting to compare babumoshai bandookbaaz not to gangs of waseypur but to Sudhir Mishra’s Ye Saaali Zindagi.
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Aditya (Gradwolf)
August 31, 2017
“Bidita Bag is both taller and broader than Nawazuddin Siddiqui, and Nandy appears aware of the comic possibilities in their lovemaking..”
Interestingly, you observed this about Nawaz-Huma Qureshi too in your GoW review. Very insightful (cough..about you, if not the film). Where is Kay Kay when you need him…
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brangan
August 31, 2017
Aditya: “The highest, as the loweset, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.”
(cough, cough) right back at you 😉
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brangan
August 31, 2017
Similar songs:
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brangan
August 31, 2017
Similar songs 2:
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brangan
August 31, 2017
What a fabulous soundtrack. Just for that, I was happy I saw this film.
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"Original" venkatesh
August 31, 2017
I envy you guys ., this doesnt get released outside India. I will now have to wait.
And i loved the trailer – ., just cheerfully local, vulgar and horny
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Anu Warrier
August 31, 2017
@BR: But even so, to have retained that title in a UP setting is odd 😀
Ah, apparently they had already registered the title, and Nandy mentioned something about being stuck with it. So they wrote in a scene (?) where a Bengali prisoner, who teaches Nawazuddin to fire a gun fondly refers to him as Babumoshai. (Haven’t watched the film; so I don’t know about the scene – this is what I read. 🙂 )
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Rahul
August 31, 2017
BR, I am counting myself in aam junta. I am interested in reviews because I am game to almost any genre of movie in any language that has subtitles. This doesn’t mean that I never go by my gut , but I do try to get a feel of reviews/IMDB ranking etc.
You write about Tamil/Hindi movies and about Telugu/Kannada/Malayalam movies to a lesser extent . I do not always agree with you but I know you are going to try to engage with the movie and not phone it in. The rest of the country is sadly very under represented in terms of decent English reviews. For example, it is hard to find anything else than a few perfunctorily written reviews of new Bengali releases. They mostly seem like essays listing pros and cons of the movie, like someone is completing their school homework.
Thanks to Netflix I have discovered so many terrific Malayalam movies , and it seems like they have something like an indie movie culture going on with sync sound and what not . Most of the movies Like Shavam, Munroe Island etc. have hardly any decent English reviews online. And though I disagreed with your review, you did write about my favorite of them all – Ozhivudivasathe Kali
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vishal yogin
August 31, 2017
I almost thought you’d have titled this piece as “love makes the world go round…or is that lust, or….both”, it certainly contributed to the convoluted plot 🙂
And the lips snippet was so hilarious, I have used something on parallel lines in real world confab hahaha
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