Is it a sweet love story within a wacky offbeat story about a sperm donor? Or visaversa? Either way, Vicky Donor works because it is a film with a wildly original idea treated just right, a bunch of excellent actors playing well written characters, and tons of heart. It is an engaging film about its primary audience: today's generation, their reality, greed, morals and convictions.
While it could easily have been a lewd slapstick, Vicky Donor goes the witty way. Somehow even the sperm-shaped accessories hanging in Dr Chaddha's car and office are not in-your-face cheap, just funny. The music is good, and the songs take the film forward.
Ayushman impresses by his sheer simplicity. He breezes through the film, evidently enjoying every minute, portraying each emotion with equal ease. Yami Gautam is equally wonderful, looks great and sounds even better, and I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of these two in the coming years. Annu Kapoor playing Dr Chaddha is spot on, at times annoyingly so.
But the real star of the show is the whisky drinking, perpetually hungover, LCD and Iphone lusting Punjabi Biji played by Kamlesh Gill. As Vicky says, there are only two things modern in Delhi: the Metro and Biji. She is a force to reckon with, and I would have loved this film for her alone.
As the Bengali girl and Punjabi boy meet, fall in love and get married, the film veers into much inter-caste hilarity (drunk Punjabi baraatis trying to get ululating Bengali aunties to do the "change the bulb" dance step!). It is only towards the last 40 minutes that the film seems to loose its grip on where it is going, and collapses in a haphazard tying-up-the-loose-ends mess. Perhaps a spot of better editing towards the end would have worked better. However this is entirely forgivable.
Vicky Donor is what I would literally call a surprise package! Go watch it!
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