Exclamation marks are the only punctuations in this seamless comedy of courtship played at an impossibly high octave without getting shrill.
'Farce' things first. Barring the core- theme of two friends maliciously nipping the third friend's romance in the bud, and some mischievous sequences and characters from the original which have been entirely re-interpreted as 'swines of the times' David's Chashme Baddoor is far(ce) removed from Sai's original.
Those were days of relative innocence. Whistling at girls at bus stops, chasing unwilling girls to their homes, and landing up at their doorstep under assumed identities were all considered innocuous bachelor bacchanalia. In Sai's CB it was a big deal that Rakesh Bedi managed to get into Deepti Naval's bathroom pretending to be a plumber. In David's film the very gifted Divyendu Sharma who plays Bedi's part just can't pretend to know the perky girl next-door intimately by her bathroom décor. He manages to take a picture of a tattoo on her waist to convince his love-smitten pal Sid (Ali Zafar) that the girl is…well, not chaste but quite a chalu cheez.
While the writing gets chalu, it miraculously steers clear of being cheesy by a wide margin. Under the veneer of vicious courtship games played by two desperately single guys, David Dhawan's CB retains a core of innocence. A tongue-in-cheek virtuosity remains the film's greatest triumph. Sajid-Farhad's writing is wild, naughty and witty but never vulgar. The whimsical word-play flows from a tap-dance of prankish internet-styled banter which is border-line silly but nonetheless very engaging in an offhandedly smart way.
If anything, the repartees flow much too furiously. From Anupam Kher's slap-happy mother Bharati Achrekar (effortless replacing Leela Mishra from Sai's original) to Goan café owner Rishi Kapoor's unidentifiable assistant, everyone is a certifiable quipster on David's CB. Among the three protagonists Divyendu playing an awful self-styled shaayar gets the tawdriest lines of bumper-sticker wisdom which the actor delivers with such punctuated panache, we can't help guffawing out our implicit 'irshaad'
Or, on second thoughts, this talented actor's performance is indeed a laughing matter.
Ali Zafar is far more sober and controlled than his co-stars. It takes some doing to remain steadfast in your stipulated sobriety while all your co-stars pull out all stops.
While the three male protagonists and also the charming female lead get a grip on David Dhawan's zany world of laugh-cooked mealy-mouthed fantasy-courtship, David Dhawan's old reliable actors Rishi Kapoor and Anupam Kher also infuse an incorrigible engagingness to the impossibly-high pitched proceedings.
The laughs, so refreshingly liberated of lewdness flow almost non-stop. Adding a dollop of spice to the original script is an entirely unscheduled love angle between Rishi Kapoor and Lilette Dubey. Lallan Miya (Saeed Jaffrey) who played Rishi's character in Sai's film would have loved that. Outstanding both, Kapoor and Dubey make their onscreen romance look warm cuddlesome and credible.
Audaciously, David and his writer Sajid-Farhad have transferred the celebrated 'chamko' detergent demonstration-sequence between Farouq Sheikh and Deepti Naval in Sai Paranjpye's film to the Rishi-Lilette characters. Maybe the writers saw this pair's chemistry to be more frothy and foamy than the central romance? Ali Zafar's courtship of the vivacious Tapsee Pannu is relatively thanda. One reason for their frosty compatibility is Ali Zafar's reined-in performance. He deliberately plays his part a few octaves lower than his loud co-stars who are so hyper-strung you sometimes wonder which drugs they are on.
This Chashme Buddoor moves wickedly at its own volition creating a crazy pattern of comic chaos that stops short of being anarchic due to the finely-tuned situational satire simulated in the writing out of a material that was created 30 years ago when there were no mobile phones and the height of male voyeurism was the Playboy magazine.
Just when my faith in remakes had been shaken by Himmatwala last week, David Dhawan had me shaking with laughter this week.
Carry on, Mr. Dhawan. Kyonki kar ek bromance aisa nahin hota hai. Oozing wickedness and flaunting its kameenaapan David Dhawan's new-age interpretation of Sai Paranjpye's Chashme Buddoor moves far away from the original creating for itself a new pathway of laughter and hilarity without showing any disrespect to the source-material. Ali Zafar, Divyendu and Siddhartha's audacious antics, with Rishi Kapoor and Lilette Dubey's age-defying romance thrown in for added measure, make the trio of girl-crazy heroes in Sai's film look like angels. This is David Dhawan's wickedest comedy of one-upmanship since Mujhse Shaadi Karogi. You can't miss it. The attention-grabbing chest-thumping gibberish-spewing rowdy boys won't let you.
I've top admit I felt the same way as the perky Ms Pannu at the end of David's hurling, swirling, twirling, mad and captivating take of Sai Paranjpye's 1981 classic comedy.
Dum hai, Boss!