'Hashi Khushi Club': a review

Enrolment has started at Hashi Khushi Club this Friday. The director of the club — we mean, the film — Shankho Banerjee promises one helluva roller-coaster ride that’s going to last a good two hours.

You may have a “kyabla hashi” or a “glass-bhanga hashi”— everything’s fine by Hashi Khushi Club. Besides a good laugh, you’ll have naach-gana and some drama. There’ll also be Tagore and Kumar Sanu, and love in French with Aniket (Jeet) and Hiya (Varsha). Not to forget sexy boudi Ranjana (Papiya Adhikari).

With neither SRK nor Aamir Khan for company this week, Hashi Khushi Club doesn’t look like a bad deal, does it? Well, ask someone who’s been reduced to tears by the laughter therapy.

Jeet’s Aniket is a talented singer looking for that lucky break. Varsha’s Hiya is his music student. They fall for each other and then confess their love in faulty French! Brunette boudi Ranjana struts around in pink saris and orange earrings with her nazar firmly set on Aniket. “Will you be my DTP (dupur thakur po, silly!),” she asks him. Aniket shares his house with a friend called Kabi (Biswanath), who idolises Zakir Hussain. So in jazzy kurtas, wriggly hair and a three-coloured sweatband, he beats up a cacophony on the tabla while women in short skirts do a tribal number! One night a woman called Rita turns up at their door and faints, leaving her baby with the duo. The rest of the film is about how the commotion doubles and your misery trebles.

Hashi Khushi Club is actually a test of patience. The comedy is so mindless that not a single frame can even squeeze a giggle.

Jeet looks good but Varsha is just too nyaka. The two also do muahmuah-muah on the phone but their “sona mona” sweet-nothings don’t have any steam.


Saionee Chakraborty, t2