Cast: Deepika Padukone, Dimple Kapadia, Arjun Kapoor, Pankaj Kapur, Naseeruddin Shah
Direction: Homi Adajania
Production: Dinesh Vijan
Duration: 1 hour 45 minutes
Story: Ferdie and friends set out to find his love – is Fanny found?
Review: So, Finding Fanny reveals not one but two surprising ladies – Deepika and Dimple, who run away with this lustrous film. Angie (Deepika) is the daughter-in-law of Madame Rosalyn (Dimple), two lovely widows living in the Goan village of Pokolim, a place that’s gently fallen off the map. Time quietly passes Pokolim by – until its postmaster Ferdie (Naseeruddin) has his proposal to Stefanie Fernandes returned, unopened after 46 years.
Angie’s determined to help devastated Ferdie find answers. She enlists the rusting Impala of Ruben-like painter Don Pedro (Pankaj Kapoor), lusting after amply endowed Rosie, the group driven by Angie’s snarling, stubbly ex Savio (Arjun). Do they find Fanny – and love?
Finding Fanny sails on the fresh breeze of Deepika’s smooth performance, her lonely Angie happy, yet tremblingly vulnerable, her face covered with a lace-like tension when she asks Savio, “Are you…married?” Alongside, the movie’s mast is Dimple’s unabashed, terrific Rosie, whose backside drives Pedro to paroxysms of painterly lust, who throatily screams, “Stupppid! I’ll castrate these dogs one day!”
Naseer as bumbling, fumbling Ferdie is the perfect foil to the luminous ladies – he recalls a desi Mr. Bean, showing just enough spark to sidestep being a has-been. As sardonic Don Pedro, Pankaj Kapoor has the funniest lines, delivered with sleazy flourish – “You Casanova of the Konkan!”, he goads Ferdie, while Arjun Kapoor makes a knuckle-sucking sexy Savio, who adores Angie but can’t say it – till she climbs atop him on a gorgeous, phosphorescent night.
Finding Fanny is funny, dark, yet bright, a shimmering ride through a Goa far from the tight-rooted Trikal, the touristy Dil Chahta Hai. Its drama keeps surprising – but also meanders, including around an overacting Russian and an unnecessarily macabre cat. It evokes an Almodovar-Anderson-Marquez-in-Goa feel, but occasionally, its cleverness grows obvious while little details – catch the changing colours of Ferdie’s petrol can – are overlooked.
However, these are small creases on an otherwise scrumptious cake. Move your fanny for this one. For the most part, it is utterly, bitterly delicious.