Movie Review: 'Vicky Donor'

For a long time, I have not seen such a pleasantly casual movie. It’s hard to make comedy work especially when you want to deep dive into an unexplored comic zone with no proven heavyweights on your star cast. Coming to the point I’d say at the outset that the movie works successfully at par with my expectations if not above it and the entire credit goes to the novel script, funny dialogues and powerful acting. Generally, the movie trailers showcase the best of scenes of the film as teasers and when you see the film, you don’t find anything better than them. In this case, however, there is much more fun in the movie as it is no short of mirthful moments.

Vicky Arora, played by Ayushmann Khurrana is a freewheeling Delhi brat who seems to have spent his twenty-five years in playing cricket and music, being the family boy while flirting with the very neighbor girl whose house is parted by a wall which has a window to sneak in. The good thing about Vicky is that he happens to be the grandson of someone who did produce nineteen children and is the son of one of them has made him a healthy-sperm holder. Dr Baldev Chaddha, played by Annu Kapoor, a devoted hunter for healthy-sperm donor finds this gem of an aarya-putra, follows him, urges him and finally tortures him to the point that he gets ready to periodically donate his cum for Chaddha's infertility clinic with a good sum of money in return. In parallel, he gives desperate tries to flirt around a really cute Bengali babe, a banker by profession, Ashima Roy, played by Yami Gautam. Per script, this beauty somehow falls for this sperm-rich cheeky guy who convinces her to be doing well in his trading business, concealing that the commodity of the business is nothing but his jizz! The culture difference between the families of Bengalis and Delhiites is sheer joy to watch especially when they get on to marry each other. Now, post their marriage when Ashima is told that she wouldn’t ever be able to conceive, she goes through an emotional heartbreak and the insult to her injury turns out to be the revelation of her husband’s trading business secret. To make her open her eyes, Dr Chaddha, for the silver jubilee celebration of his clinic invites all the parents along with their kids. At this occasion, when invited Ashima sees all the happy parents with their happier kids, realizes that Vicky is not that type of jerk! I am sure that she might have struggled a great deal not to think that these kids are none other than the healthily grown-up sperms once spewed by her hubby for the sake of money. In the end, the couple happily adopts an orphan girl who has come to life due to Vicky’s then money-minded sperm donation and Dr Chaddha continues self-compensating for his help to the couple in terms of his demands from Vicky.

The best thing about this movie is – though it takes you to the shallow emotional pool, it just dips you and doesn’t try to drown you in it. It makes you realize the touchy side in a remarkably subtle way and passes on a societal message enveloped by the complete fun. There is no crying over spilt milk; it’s about moving on with the next-best alternative. It’s indeed a good if not an impressive watch, I'd say.