The random
title of this comedy apparently wants to evoke a spicy mixture
of East and West. And the film is certainly spicy. But it's
also strangely timid about dealing with the issues it raises.
The
story centres on the Chopras, a Hindu family in Preston.
Only son Jimi (Bisson) has moved out, while Mum and Dad
(Massey and Jaffrey) live with his feisty grandmother (Segal).
Now it's suddenly time for Jimi's arranged marriage to Simran
(Mahal), but he's actually living with his boyfriend Jack
(Ash), along with Jack's moody sister Vanessa (Bankes) and
her precious daughter (Clayton). So Jimi concocts a series
of increasingly dangerous lies to conceal the truth.
We know
from the start that it'll all work out in the end. This
is a comedy, after all, and even a few strong dramatic scenes
can't disguise this. We also know that Jimi's parents are
extremely reasonable people, so his ceaseless efforts to
throw them off the scent feel horribly cruel and illogical.
If he doesn't want to lose his family by telling them the
truth, why spin an elaborate lie that's just as alienating?
In addition,
the filmmakers seem reluctant to really explore the themes.
The relationship between Jimi and Jack is virtually invisible--they
rarely look at each other and have virtually no physical
contact. Frankly, it doesn't even look like a particularly
close friendship! The only reason it works at all is because
Bisson and Ash are very engaging actors. But the real star
of the film is Bankes, who dares break the rom-com mould
by reacting like a normal person would if forced into this
kind of charade. Her fury, drunkenness and grumpiness are
the funniest and most authentic things about the film.
In the
end, this is a lively family comedy about pressures, culture
clashes, loyalties--the usual stuff, and without much edge
to it. Kalirai directs with a lively visual style, and the
dialog is often hilariously manic. When it all gets suddenly
serious at the end, it feels both superficial and simplistic.
Sweet and touching, but essentially just silly.