House Full – A tale of degeneration
Posted June 2, 2010on:
I used to admire Sajad Khan. Kasam se. I used to.
I admired him when he insight-fully revealed Bollywood movies in “Kehne mein kya harz hai” for the absurdities they were. When he informed us how Kramer vs Kramer was shamelessly copied from Akeyle Hum Akeyle Tum made 20 years later. When he educated us about the “hamming” talents of different Indian actors, the “koi chance nayi” Pran delightfully rattled off with head rocking from side to side in emphasis, the areal fight sequences between middle aged sanjeev kumar and manoj kumar in “Clerk”, and his personal favorite, the sub human Joginder who bhangraed his way to the bushes to take a dump . Or when he donned his rotating wig as Kishen Jhuthani and repeatedly implored “haina?, haina?, haina?“. (and as i found in someone else’s review – referred to jokes as chatokalas)
Frankly, i cannot help but chuckle even now when i see the videos.
I admired him in Ikke pe Ikka when he had his freewheeling absurdist exchanges with Suresh Menon and the original Dileep Kumar, who harbored two split personalities in him of an undignified old man and a foreigner with an americano dileep kumar accent “in ninety sixty seven during the Vietnam war“. When he conducted mock interviews as Vidhu Vinod Chopri “bollywood doezent desherve me” or Yash Chopra “itallisdependonthe jung generation“. Someone described it as “inspired absurdity” and i totally agreed. There is a thin line between inanity and absurdist humor, but he never crossed it, ever.
What has happened since since is inexplicable. Heyy Baby was already a meteoric fall, when the poo laden diaper flew through the air in slow motion and splattered on Fardeen Khan’s face. Housefull is even worse. The following scene sums it up:-