Desi Boyz - Movie Review


Desi Boyz is the story of two friends living in London who are hit hard by the economic recession of 2009 and face the possibility of losing their near and dear ones. When nothing else seems to work, the two friends are lured into ‘Desi Boyz’, a male escort agency run by the ‘Khalnayak’ with operations all over the world. As the people in their lives discover the truth about their new profession, Desi Boyz find themselves lonely and bereft of those for whom they had taken up the names of Rocco and Hunter in the first place. The rest of the story deals with the Desi Boyz making amends and setting things right in their lives.


While some elements that make up the plot of Desi Boyz are new to Bollywood, the story is predictable. The question of whether it is possible for male escorts to live by the principle of ‘only stripping’ and ‘no sex’, and on top of that, become the most successful pair in the agency, is questionable. The lead actors Akshay, John and Deepika, while may have given an above average performance as per their acting standards, leave much to be desired. Sanjay Dutt, in his cameo as the proprietor of ‘Desi Boyz’, delivers some of the funniest and most enjoyable scenes and dialogues in the movie. Anupam Kher’s performance as the quirky father of the lead actress hits the mark. Monish Bahl’s role is small, but I don’t see anybody else doing a better job at it. Chitrangada Singhmakes an appearance only in the second half, but doesn’t fail to impress. I wonder why we don’t see more of her in mainstream movies.


The background score is spot on. The songs are catchy and inspire movement even in the most ungifted dancers among us. One of the biggest positives about the movie is the humor. It is subtle; the joke is implied and not told. The loose ends tie up well together, with even the minor characters like Deepika’s temporary boyfriend who also turns out to be the prosecution lawyer (and hence the bad guy) in the courtroom scene. Some of the jokes will be remembered and retold even after the movie is over. The movie has oodles of entertainment and is a feast for the eyes (and for a change, equal attention has been paid to male and female viewers). A good watch and a nice way to relax on an evening with friends and family.



Overall Rating - 3/5

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