Shaandaar has a fairy tale kind of feel to it with lots of VFX, animations, exotic UK locations and big expensive sets. The film is very high on glitz and glamour. It is a larger than life film, with funny and quirky characters. Shaandaar is a feel good movie that will make you leave the cinema hall with a smile on your face, despite its flaws. It will mainly appeal to the youth who seem to be the target audience for the film.
Director Vikas Bahl takes entertaining potshots at Sindhis and flashy Indian weddings, but loses the plot mid-way. The rather clichéd story gets repetitive and childish. Energetic shenanigans and some nice, comic lines make Shaandaar watchable fare only till the interval. The rest is entirely forgettable, unlike Bahl’s memorable Queen.
Shaandaar has a fun plot. However in his attempt to spoof destination weddings of the bankrupt and the famous, Vikas Bahl, (who also directed that gem, Queen) forgot to take a script along. Apart from some LOL jokes when the characters resort to abbreviations like PP (pairi pauna) or FTB (father-of-the-bride), this film serves up trite.
Shaandaar is neither Gulzar nor Honey Singh – it is a creature that is uniquely, and delicately, poised in a zone between the excesses of an average wedding film and an overly cynical spoof of that genre. Shaandaar isn’t Queen either – it does not have the overarching spirit of rebellion that defined Bahl’s previous film. Shaandaar is a fun film that is infused with great charm, which in turn is enhanced by director Bahl’s panache for a light touch, an attribute that was on full show in Queen.
Shaandaar tries very hard but it’s not funny. It has moments which will give a glimpse of Vikas Bahl’s talent. It has star power and that is its biggest draw. But not much is shining in Shaandaar.
There’s enough in this premise for it to have turned into a delightful concoction, given that Vikas Bahl’s last was ‘Queen’. But so much else is so relentlessly piled on– a big fat wedding, no, make that a Big Fat Sindhi Wedding, a grand mansion somewhere in the UK, the standard jibes-at-gay-people, fat girl shaming, sorry stabs at whimsy– that very soon into the film, you are left groaning under the double assault of bling and blather.
This film is supposedly a fairy tale with a quirky take. One would naturally expect dollops of delight, but ironically and disappointingly, Shaandaar chooses to kill us with clichés than charm us with its idiosyncrasies. The story lacks imagination, the screenplay is shoddy and the dialogues unfunny. Some humour goes unlaughed at and rest goes undigested.