DIRECTOR: Samar Shaikh
CAST: Vidya Balan,Ali Fazal, Arjan Bajwa, Kiran Kumar, Tanvi Azmi, Supriya Pathak,Anupriya Goenka
Bilquis aka Bobby is a first in Bollywood. She stomps about in frumpy salwaar-kameez-dupatta, shod in worn-out keds. She dreams of becoming a jasoos, to which end she will fight an ultra-conservative father, and a fumbling lover, and come out on top.
So yay for Bobby, played by Vidya Balan with verve and a twinkle Up to a point, yes. I quite enjoyed the build-up, in which we see Bobby careering around her bustling Hyderabadi locality, accent and body language mostly in place, trying to get her jasoosi business going.
Her co-conspirators range from a plump internet caf owner to a tall, rangy tech support-type fellow. And a good-looking, ambitious neighbour ( Fazal) who tags her as she goes about solving the one big case flung in her lap by a taciturn Pathan called, what else, Khan (Kumar).
The smiles pile up as Bobby gets to the point of hanging up her shingle, announcing the arrival of a new jasoos, despite her growling abba. She is supported by her loving ammi, and sharp-tongued khala (Pathak, Azmi respectively) and beautiful cousin (Goenka), whos having a little chakkar with a brooding, heavily kohl-eyed fellow (Bajwa).
We get a Hyderabad minus the stereotypical showing of the Charminar, and lots of busy biryani eateries, which become a plot-point. Nice. And a well-done middle-class Muslim homestead involved with roza and sehri and communal breaking of fasts, and the ladies continuous engagement with loud TV serials, one of which acts as a smart counterpart to what Bobby wants to do: theres a flash of CID, Indian TVs longest running detective serial, and we dutifully snicker.
And thats just it. There should have been more laughs in this thing. Balan is all over the movie, really trying to make a zesty meal of her role, even if her tone remains the same in all those over-the-top disguises.
But the leading lady and her fine supporting cast (especially Fazal, who holds his own) is let down by the writing, which loses steam after the half-way mark, and becomes an improbable re-up of a Manmohan Desai-style lost-and-found saga.
Theres also a strange minatory layer about independent girls and how they upset the system: thats the whole point of a Bollywood leading lady top-lining a female-centric movie, and not a superstar Khan or a Kapoor, isnt it
Bobby Jasoos works till the time Balan gets to lead from the front: the courtship with her reluctant suitor is one of the high points of the film. But I wish this amiable, light-hearted yarn had more zaika and tadka. And the songs are unnecessary and uninteresting. Post-interval, the surprises leach out. So does the fun.